Three Kids No Husband Lyrics - Brandy Clark

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