(Bobby Huff/Shane Minor/Danny Wells)
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she donât pay âem by the 15th
And it donât look like sheâs gonna be able
Two mouths to feed, two jobs barely get it done
A lot on her plate for a single mom at 21
From the outside looking in youâd think her world would crumble
But she keeps finding that light at the end of the tunnel
Somehow she keeps getting by
The only soft shoulder she knows
Is on some lonely road
Sheâs going down, sheâs going down
Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but sheâs not
No matter what sheâs gonna give her kids a better life
Than what sheâs got
And thatâs what keeps her getting by
Friday noon, parent teacher day
Itâs Johnson elementary or half a shiftâs pay
But she wouldnât miss it for the world
She looks around at all the Daddyâs in the room
Wishing her kids had one of them too
This ainât how she planned it; her lifeâs going ten different ways,
Itâs off to little league and then to ballet
Somehow she keeps getting by
The only soft shoulder she knows
Is on some lonely road
Sheâs going down, sheâs going down
Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but sheâs not
No matter what sheâs gonna give her kids a better life
Than what sheâs got
And thatâs what keeps her getting by
In every dark cloud
She keeps finding that silver lining
Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but sheâs not
No matter what, sheâs gonna give her kids a better life
Than what sheâs got
And thatâs what keeps her getting by
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she donât pay âem by the 15th
And it donât look like sheâs gonna be able
Two mouths to feed, two jobs barely get it done
A lot on her plate for a single mom at 21
From the outside looking in youâd think her world would crumble
But she keeps finding that light at the end of the tunnel
Somehow she keeps getting by
The only soft shoulder she knows
Is on some lonely road
Sheâs going down, sheâs going down
Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but sheâs not
No matter what sheâs gonna give her kids a better life
Than what sheâs got
And thatâs what keeps her getting by
Friday noon, parent teacher day
Itâs Johnson elementary or half a shiftâs pay
But she wouldnât miss it for the world
She looks around at all the Daddyâs in the room
Wishing her kids had one of them too
This ainât how she planned it; her lifeâs going ten different ways,
Itâs off to little league and then to ballet
Somehow she keeps getting by
The only soft shoulder she knows
Is on some lonely road
Sheâs going down, sheâs going down
Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but sheâs not
No matter what sheâs gonna give her kids a better life
Than what sheâs got
And thatâs what keeps her getting by
In every dark cloud
She keeps finding that silver lining
Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but sheâs not
No matter what, sheâs gonna give her kids a better life
Than what sheâs got
And thatâs what keeps her getting by