Annabelle Lyrics

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
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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