Annabelle - Gillian Welch

I lease twenty acres and one Jenny mule

From the Alabama trust

Half of the cotton a third of the corn

Ya get a handful of dust

Chorus:

And we can not 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

I didn＇t want to ever hear her cry

And we can not have all things to please us

No matter how we try

Until we've all gone to Jesus

We can only wonder why

Chorus

When I＇m dead and buried I＇ll take a hard life of tears

For every day I＇ve ever known

Anna＇s in the churchyard she＇s got no life at all

She＇s only got these words on a stone

Chorus

And we can not have all things to please us

No matter how we try

Until we've all gone to Jesus

We can only wonder why