City Of New Orleans < Songs > Day Is Done
| G | C | G |
| There's a house on a hill, by a | worn down weathered old | mill |
| D | G |
| In the valley be | low where the river winds, there's no such thing as bad | times |
| C | G |
| And a soft southern flame, oh | Cotton Jenny's her | name |
| D | G |
| She wakes me | up when the sun goes down, and the wheel of love goes | round |
| C | G |
| Wheels of love go | round, love go | round |
| A | D |
| Love go | round, a joyful | sound |
| G | C | D |
| I ain't | got a penny for a | Cotton Jenny to | spend |
| G | C | G |
| But then the wheels go | rou | nd | |
| G | C | G |
| Then a | new day begins, I go | down to the cotton | gin |
| D | G |
| And I make my | time worthwhile to them, then I climb back up | again |
| C | G |
| And she waits by the door, "oh | Cotton Jenny I'm | sore" |
| D | G |
| And she rubs my | feet while the sun goes down, and the wheel of love goes | round |
| G | C | G |
| In the | hot sickly south, when they | say "well shut my | mouth" |
| D | G |
| I can never be | free from the cotton grind, but I know I got what's | mine |
| C | G |
| A soft southern flame, oh | Cotton Jenny's her | name |
| D | G |
| She wakes me | up when the sun goes down, and the wheel of love goes | round |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C |
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| Wheel go round round & round mmm mmmm | |
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