Leased twenty acres   And one jimmy 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      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