Am                          F  
We lease twenty acres and one Ginny mule 
 E7                 Am  
From the Alabama trust 
 Am                             F  
For half of the cotton and a third of the corn 
 E7                    Am  
We get a handful of dust 
 
CHORUS: 
     F                          C               G        Am  
We cannot have all things to please us, no matter how we try 
   F                    C                G    Am F C G Am F E7 Am  
Until we've all gone to Jesus, we can only wonder why 
 
 Am                            F  
I had a daughter called her Annabelle 
 E7                      Am  
She's the apple of my eye 
 Am                            F  
Tried to give her something like I never had 
 E7                             Am  
Didn't want to ever hear her cry 
 
Chorus 
 
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 
 
Chorus