I've got union dues and taxes and a mortgage due this month
And Fred got that promotion 'stead of me
I've got more than I can handle and twice what I can do
But through it all, thank God, I've got you

I've got rooms needin' paper, my old car's still in the shop
Billy broke his arm today in school
Momma called and said her stove went out, daddy's got the flu
But through it all, thank God, I've got you

When things start gettin' tough, it seems like you do too
When there just ain't enough, you always make do
When it gets more than I can handle and I don't know what to do
I just stop and thank God, I've got you

I've got kids askin' questions I can't answer 'bout the Lord
Finally put up my old pick-up truck for sale
And that note I signed for uncle Ed is three weeks overdue
Honey, here's hopin' the same ain't true with you

When things start gettin' tough, it seems like you do too
When there just ain't enough, you always make do
When it gets more than I can handle and I don't know what to do
I just stop and thank God, I've got you
I just stop and thank God, I've got you

Writer : D REID
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group