| Well, I was raised up by the golden rule
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| In an old house with a patched up roof
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| We had a hard home but it pulled us close
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| We were family
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| Oh, that summer when the crops all died
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| Was the first time I saw Daddy cry
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| An' I heard Momma say what goes on here stays
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| In the family
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| Well our clothes weren’t new, that old car was used
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| We held our own
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| Whoa, you just can’t buy, that sense of pride
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| We grew up on, In the family
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| I remember every Sunday night
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| After supper 'round the firelight
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| How peaceful Daddy looked
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| As he read the good book
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| In the family
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| Well, some folks said we were barely makin' do
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| We were better off than they ever knew
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| We never had much but we sure had love
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| In the family
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| Well our clothes weren’t new, that old car was used
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| We held our own
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| Whoa, you just can’t buy, that sense of pride
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| We grew up on, In the family
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| In the family… |