Sitting on the front porch
Rain is pouring down
News comes on the radio
Theres trouble all around
Thats the way it always been
And the way itll always be
I thank the good Lord Ive got you
In times like these
The rich keep getting richer
The poor barely get by
Farmer Johnson says its either
Too wet or too dry
Jobs are scarce down at the factory
I thank the good Lord Ive got you
In times like these
In times like these
When its easy to get down
Youre my inspiration
Youre 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 dont change the fact
That we got patches on our jeans
Everybodys needing money
Even the preachers preaching on TV
I thank the good Lord Ive got you
In times like these
In times like these
When its easy to get down
Youre my inspiration
Youre 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 dollars worth of gas
Wont even start your car
Yeah, we got problems
Here in the land of free
But theres no place Id rather be
In times like these
I thank the good Lord Ive got you
In times like these
In times like these, baby
Baby
In times like these
In times like these