(Dobie Gray / Eddie Sester / John Greenbaum)      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.      --- Instrumental ---      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.      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.      In the family...