Three Kids No Husband

She’s got three kids, no husband
She’s two weeks late on last month’s rent
She’s waiting on the child support, he swears that it’s coming
But if she knows him, she knows where it went
All those 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 dealing with their first heartbreak
Those 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 and no husband
And a hairnet job at a diner down on Main
She knows damn well she don’t make the best cup of coffee
But she’s quick with a smile and good at names
Those lunch tickets ain’t gonna tip themselves
She smokes a cigarette out by the loading dock
And tries not to pick the polish off her nails
She’s thinking about a guy who’s been coming in a lot
She starts to dream and then she stops herself
She’s got three kids and no husband
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
And those kids ain’t gonna raise themselves