Leased twenty acres
And one jimmy mule
From the
Alabama Trust
Half of cotton, third of corn
Get a
hand full of dust
We cannot have all things
pleasin'
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
Didn't want to ever hear her cry
We cannot
have all things pleasing
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
Every day I've ever
known
Anna's in the churchyard
She's got no life
at all
She only got these words on stone:
We
cannot have all things pleasing
No matter how we
try
Until we've all gone to Jesus
We can only
wonder why
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