Lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule   From the Alabama Trust   Half of the cotton, third of the corn   Get a handful of dust      We cannot have all things to please us   No matter how we try   'Til 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   'Til 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   Everyday 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      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