Lyrics Barbara Mandrell

Barbara Mandrell

In Times Like These

Sitting on the front porch

Rain is pouring down

News comes on the radio

There's trouble all around

That's the way it always been

And the way it'll always be

I thank the good Lord I've got you

In times like these

The rich keep getting richer

The poor barely get by

Farmer Johnson says it's either

Too wet or too dry

Jobs are scarce down at the factory

I thank the good Lord I've got you

In times like these

In times like these

When it's easy to get down

You're my inspiration

You're my solid ground

In times like these

Love will pull us through

Baby, I know I can depend on you

We can read about the latest

In the fashion magazines

But that don't change the fact

That we got patches on our jeans

Everybody's needing money

Even the preachers preaching on TV

I thank the good Lord I've got you

In times like these

In times like these

When it's easy to get down

You're my inspiration

You're my solid ground

In times like these

Love will pull us through

Baby, I know I can depend on you

It costs you forty-five cents

For a nickel candy bar

And a dollar's worth of gas

Won't even start your car

Yeah, we got problems

Here in the land of free

But there's no place I'd rather be

In times like these

I thank the good Lord I've got you

In times like these

In times like these, baby

(Baby)

In times like these

In times like these