Annabelle

Lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule From the Alabama Trust Half of the cotton, third of the corn Get a handful of dust We cannot have all things to please us No matter how we try 'Til we've all gone to Jesus We can only wonder why I had a daughter called her Annabelle She's the apple of my eye Tried to give her something like I never had Didn't want to ever hear her cry We cannot have all things to please us No matter how we try 'Til we've all gone to Jesus We can only wonder why When I'm dead and buried, I'll take a hard life of tears Everyday I've ever known Anna's in the churchyard, she's got no life at all She's only got these words on a stone We cannot have all things to please us No matter how we try Until we've all gone to Jesus We can only wonder why