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I don't know much about you, I don't know who you are

And we'd been doing fine without you but we could only go so far

I 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

I wonder who you'll look like will your hair fall down and curl

Will you be a momma'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

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

You may not always be so grateful for the way that you were made

Maybe 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