In the Family Misc. Gospel
I was [D]raised up by the [G]Golden [D]Rule,
[D]In an old house with a [G]patched-up [D]roof.
We had a [A]hard road but it [G]pulled us close;
We were [D]family. [G] [D] [G] [D]
Oh that summer, when the crops all died,
Was the first time I saw Daddy cry,
And I heard Mama say,
"What goes on here stays,
In the family."
[Bm]Well our clothes weren't new,
That old [G]car was used,
But we [D]held our own.
Oh you [Bm]just can't buy that [G]sense of pride,
We g[A]rew up on . . .
In the [D]family. [G] [D] [G] [D]
I remember every Sunday night,
After supper, 'round the firelight.
How peaceful Daddy looked
As he read the Good Book . . .
To the family.
Some folk said we were barely making do,
But we were better off than they ever knew.
We never had much,
But we sure had love . . .
In the family.
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