Three Kids No Husband

She's got three kids no husband

She's two weeks late on last month's rent

She's waitin' on the child support

And he keeps swearin' that it's comin'

But if she knows him, she knows where it went

And that pile of bills ain't gonna pay themselves

It's been a forty hour week, and it's only Tuesday

And there's homework and dinner to make

Somebody wants a lullaby, somebody wants a different channel

Somebody's dealin' with their first heartbreak

And the dishes in the sink ain't gonna wash themselves

She lights a cigarette out on the balcony

When she gets a couple minutes to herself

There's how you plan it out, and how it turns out to be

And a broken home, it ain't no fairytale

She's got three kids no husband

And a hair net job at a diner on Main

She knows damn well she don't make the best cup of coffee

But she's quick with a smile, and good with names

Those lunch tickets ain't gonna tip themselves

She smokes a cigarette out by the loading dock

And tries no to pick the polish off her nails

She thinks about a guy who's been comin' in a lot

She starts to dream, and then she stops herself

She's got three kids no husband

So she's a mom, and a dad, and a taxi driver

When the baby's sick, she's an up-all-nighter

A hand, and a shoulder, and a referee

A real life hero, if you ask me

'Cause those kids ain't gonna raise themselves