Don't know much about you

Don't know who you are

We've been doing fine without you

But, we could only go so far

Don't know why you chose us

Were you watching from above

Is there someone there that knows us

Said we'd give you all our love



Will you laugh just like your mother

Will you sigh like your old man

Will some things skip a generation

Like i've heard they often can

Are you a poet or a dancer

A devil or a clown

Or a strange new combination of

The things we've handed down



I wonder who you'll look like

Will your hair fall down and curl

Will you be a mama's boy

Or daddy's little girl

Will you be a sad reminder

Of what's been lost along the way

Maybe you can help me find her

In the things you do and say



And these things that we have given you

They are not so easily found

But you can thank us later

For the things we've handed down



You may not always be so grateful

For the way that you were made

Some feature of your father's

That you'd gladly sell or trade

And one day you may look at us

And say that you were cursed

But over time that line has been

Extremely well rehearsed

By our fathers, and their fathers

In some old and distant town

From places no one here remembers

Come the things we've handed down




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