Cifras
Three Kids No Husband

Tono: G

Introducción:  G  

   G 
She's got three kids, no husband
           C                                                                     G 
And she's two weeks late on last months rent
               G 
She's waiting on the child support
And he keeps swearing that it's coming
                 C                                                                 G 
But if she knows him, she knows where it went
                     D                                                 C             G 
And that pile of bills ain't gonna pay themselves
                           G 
It's been a forty hour week and it's only Tuesday
                           C                                           G 
And there's homework and dinner to make
           G 
Somebody wants a lullaby
Somebody wants a different channel
   C                                                                     G 
Somebody's dealing with their first heartbreak
                   D                                                           C               G 
And the dishes in the sink ain't gonna wash themselves
           C                                                         G 
She lights a cigarette out on the balcony
                     Em                                                   C 
When she gets a couple minutes to herself
                   C                                                                             G 
There's how you planned it out and how it turns out to be
               Em                                                       C 
And a broken home, it ain't no fairytale
                         G 
She's got three kids, no husband
               C                                                 G 
And a hairnet job at a diner on Main
             G 
She knows damn well she don't make the best cup of coffee
                         C                                                             G 
But she's quick with a smile and good with names
               D                                     C                         G 
Those lunch tickets ain't gonna tip themselves
           C                                                         G 
She smokes a cigarette out by the loading dock
                     Em                                                           C 
And tries not to pick the polish off her nails
             C                                                                   G 
She thinks about a guy who's been coming in a lot
             Em                                                                     C 
She starts to dream and then she stops herself
                       G 
She's got three kids, no husband
                         C 
So she's a mom and a dad and a taxi driver
                  (G)
                           D                               C                 G 
Cause those kids ain't gonna raise themselves