Lori McKenna - Three Kids No Husband lyrics

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