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 child support He keeps swearing 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 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 with 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 that 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 Those kids ain't gonna raise themselves