Three Kids No Husband - Brandy Clark

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