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
He keeps swearin'
That it's coming
But if she knows him
She knows where went
That pile o' bills
Ain't gonna pay themselves
It's been a forty hour week
And it's only tuesday
There's homework
Dinner make
Somebody wants a lullaby
Somebody wants a different channel
Somebody's dealin'
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 fairy tale
She's got three kids
No husband
And a hairnet job
At a diner 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 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