Leased twenty acres And one hinny 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 [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gillian_welch/annabelle.html ] 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
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