Brandy Clark - Three Kids No Husband lyrics

She's got three kids, no husband She's two weeks late on last month's rent She's waitin' on the child support He keeps swearin' that it's coming But if she knows him, she knows where it went And that pile o' 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 hairnet job at a diner down on Main She knows damn well She don't make the best cup o' 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 thinks about a guy who's been coming 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