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 dustWe cannot have all things to please us
No matter how we try
Until we've all gone to Jesus
We can only wonder whyI 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 cryWe cannot have all things to please us
No matter how we try
Until we've all gone to Jesus
We can only wonder whyWhen 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 stoneWe cannot have all things to please us
No matter how we try
Until we've all gone to Jesus
We can only wonder why
Songwriters
WELCH, GILLIAN HOWARDPublished by
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