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 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
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
The way I stand in the kitchen
And I never listen
Call me Pauline
