We lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule
From the Alabama trust
For half of the cotton and a third of the corn
We get a handful of dust
Chorus:
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
Didn\'t want to ever hear her cry
Chorus
When I\'m dead and buried I\'ll take a hard life of tears
From every day I\'ve ever known
Anna\'s in the churchyard she got no life at all
She\'s only got these words on a stone
Chorus
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