Testo di Annabelle

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