In the Family

Well, I was raised up by the golden rule
In an old house with a patched up roof
We had a hard home but it pulled us close
We were family

Oh, that summer when the crops all died
Was the first time I saw Daddy cry
An I heard Momma say
"What goes on here stays in the family"

Well, our clothes werent new, that old car was used
We held our own
Whoa, you just cant buy that sense of pride
We grew up on in the family

I remember every Sunday night
After supper round the firelight
How peaceful Daddy looked
As he read the good book in the family