Barbara Mandrell - In Times Like These Lyrics
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In Times Like These
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What Are The Lyrics For In Times Like These By Barbara Mandrell?
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 |
Who Wrote In Times Like These By Barbara Mandrell?
Jeremy Harding, Ventrice Morgan, Nigel Staff
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