Annabelle

We lease 20 acres
 And one Ginny mule
 From the Alabama Trust
 For half of the cotton and a third of the corn
 Get a hand full of dust
 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
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 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 to please us
 No matter how we try
 Until we've all gone to Jesus
 We can only wonder why
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 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 only got these words on a stone
 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