Annabelle

I lease twenty acres and one Jenny mule

From the Alabama Trust

Half of the cotton, a third of the corn

Yet give a handful of dust

And 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

I had a daughter, called her Annabelle

She's the apple of my eye

Tried to give her something like I never had

I didn't want to ever hear her cry

And 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

When I'm dead and buried, I'll take a hard life of tears

For every day 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

And we cannot have all things to please us

No matter, no matter how we try

Until we've all gone to Jesus

We can only wonder why