Three Kids No Husband Songtext
von Lori McKenna

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