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  1. Spinning Jenny

From the album The Blues Ain't a Color

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Lyrics

Spinning Jenny all around in this mill
What a fine machine for weaving cotton into dresses
And my Mrs. will wear them just once or twice to tea
At plantation parties, in formal company
She’ll wear them for just one day
And in her closest they'll stay
With clothes I dream I'll wear
For the men will stare someday

Wish Jenny could spin a dress for me
Love to sit down with the ladies at high tea
Rich young men will ask me to dance for awhile
Admiring my fashion in the latest of styles…

Take me for a Spin, Jenny far from this place
Can’t change my clothes can’t change my race

Broken plenty when the man comes around
He’s the lord of this plantation sowing seeds of racial separation
And he poisoned me empty whipping all the love from my heart
But no one hears me weeping, when scars are bleeding while I’m sleeping

I’ll make it through one more day and in my closet I’ll pray
For clothes I dream I’ll wear
All the men will stare someday
Wish Jenny could spin a dress for me
Love to sit down with the ladies at high tea
Rich young men will ask me to dance
Admiring my fashion in the latest of styles…

Take me for a Spin, Jenny far from this place
Can’t change my clothes can’t change my race