Gillian Welch - Annabelle lyrics

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 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 Until we've all gone to Jesus We only wonder why