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"The Things We've Handed Down" by Marc Cohn from "The Rainy Season"


F                 C        
Don't know much about you, 

Dm                 Bb 
Don't know who you are

           F              C               
We've been doin' fine without you 

             Dm         Bb
But we could only go so far

F                  C         
Don't know why you chose us, 

         Dm              Bb
Were you watching from above?

         F                 C                  
Is there someone there who knows us, 

          Dm               F  
Said we'd give you all our love?


         F                    C               
Will you laugh just like your mother? 

         Dm                 Bb
Will you sigh like your old man?

                 F           C             
Will some things skip a generation 

          Dm               Bb
Like I've heard they often can?

          C         Dm       
Are you a poet or a dancer? 

  F          Bb 
A devil or a clown?

        F           F/E   Dm    Dm/C        
Or some strange new combination of   

    Bb           C      F      C   Dm   Bb
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
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