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