Well, at her funeral Walking back from the cemetery Uncle Tim grabbed a hold of me and hugged me And said, as long as you're alive Your mother will never be dead And, umm, all of my mom's family Said, I can't get over how much you look like Peggy And her name is actually Paulina Yeah, her name's Paulina She has no middle name
Mom got your locket Dad got your gun Kari got your diamond ring Cousin Josiah got your forty-fives And the cross that you kept on a string
I'm not sure who, but I think Aunt Ruby Got your '69 Pontiac And poor Uncle Paul got the rest of it all Right down to the frames and the tacks
And I got your name I got your name Got your hand me down heart I got your blood in my veins I got your disposition I got your mean The way I stand in the kitchen And I never listen Call me Pauline
To make the ends meet You canned pork 'n' beans At Stokley's van camp factory When that work went missin' You packed ammunition To keep shoes on all of their feet
They tell the stories Of your faded glory And how you and me are the same I never met you But I can't forget you Every time mama gets angry
I got your name I got your name Got your hand me down heart I got your blood in my veins I got your disposition I got your mean The way I stand in the kitchen And I never listen Call me Pauline
She did what she had to do to make her family comfortable And never complained or never bragged about it Never, it never became an issue, she just did it There's no ifs ands or buts about When she believes in something, she believes in it And, umm, wasn't anybody gonna change her mind about it
I got your name I got your name Got your hard workin' hands And your mouth like a runaway train I got your disposition I got your mean The way I stand in the kitchen And I never listen Call me Pauline
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