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
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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 ? |