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 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 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 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 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