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