{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Lynn Anderson -Cotton Jenny  ","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=316177&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=316177&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"There's a house on a hill by a rolldown weathered old mill\r\nIn the valley below where the river winds there's no such thing as hard times\r\nAnd a soft southern flame oh Cotton Jenny's her name\r\nAnd she wakes him up when the sun goes down and the wheels of love go round\r\nWheels of love go round love go round love go round joyful sound\r\nHe ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend but then the wheels go round\r\n\r\nWhen the new day begins he goes down to the cotton gin\r\nAnd he makes his time worthwhile till then and then he climbs back up again\r\nAnd she waits by the door oh Cotton Jenny he's sore\r\nAnd she rubs his feet while the sun goes down and the wheels of love go round\r\nWheels of love go round...\r\nWheels of love go round...\r\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/3\/1\/6\/_\/316177_36043_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"316177"}