Annabelle

Em C We lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule B7 Em >From the Alabama trust Em C For half of the cotton and a third of the corn B7 Em We get a handful of dust C G D Em We cannot have all things to please us, no matter how we try C G D Em C D Em 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 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 only got these words on a stone