Annabelle |
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Annabelle Lyrics |
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From the Alabama trust For half of the cotton and a third of the corn We get a handful of dust Chorus: 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 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 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`s only got these words on a stone Chorus |
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