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
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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
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