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



CHORUS:

Well our clothes weren’t new, that old car was used

We held our own

Whoa you just can’t 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



Well, some folks said we were barely makin’ do

We were better off than they ever knew

We never had much but we sure had love

In the family