(Bobby Huff/Shane Minor/Danny Wells)
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Stack of bills on her kitchen table
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Out go the lights and off goes the cable
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If she don¡¯t pay ¡®em by the 15th
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And it don¡¯t look like she¡¯s gonna be able
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Two mouths to feed, two jobs barely get it done
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A lot on her plate for a single mom at 21
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From the outside looking in you¡¯d think her world would crumble
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But she keeps finding that light at the end of the tunnel
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Somehow she keeps getting by
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The only soft shoulder she knows
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Is on some lonely road
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She¡¯s going down, she¡¯s going down
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Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she¡¯s not
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No matter what she¡¯s gonna give her kids a better life
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Than what she¡¯s got
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And that¡¯s what keeps her getting by
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Friday noon, parent teacher day
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It¡¯s Johnson elementary or half a shift¡¯s pay
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But she wouldn¡¯t miss it for the world
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She looks around at all the Daddy¡¯s in the room
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Wishing her kids had one of them too
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This ain¡¯t how she planned it; her life¡¯s going ten different ways,
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It¡¯s off to little league and then to ballet
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Somehow she keeps getting by
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The only soft shoulder she knows
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Is on some lonely road
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She¡¯s going down, she¡¯s going down
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Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she¡¯s not
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No matter what she¡¯s gonna give her kids a better life
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Than what she¡¯s got
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And that¡¯s what keeps her getting by
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In every dark cloud
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She keeps finding that silver lining
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Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she¡¯s not
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No matter what, she¡¯s gonna give her kids a better life
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Than what she¡¯s got
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And that¡¯s what keeps her getting by
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Stack of bills on her kitchen table
|
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
|
If she don¡¯t pay ¡®em by the 15th
|
And it don¡¯t look like she¡¯s gonna be able
|
Two mouths to feed, two jobs barely get it done
|
A lot on her plate for a single mom at 21
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From the outside looking in you¡¯d think her world would crumble
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But she keeps finding that light at the end of the tunnel
|
|
Somehow she keeps getting by
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The only soft shoulder she knows
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Is on some lonely road
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She¡¯s going down, she¡¯s going down
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Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she¡¯s not
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No matter what she¡¯s gonna give her kids a better life
|
Than what she¡¯s got
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And that¡¯s what keeps her getting by
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Friday noon, parent teacher day
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It¡¯s Johnson elementary or half a shift¡¯s pay
|
But she wouldn¡¯t miss it for the world
|
She looks around at all the Daddy¡¯s in the room
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Wishing her kids had one of them too
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This ain¡¯t how she planned it; her life¡¯s going ten different ways,
|
It¡¯s off to little league and then to ballet
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|
Somehow she keeps getting by
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The only soft shoulder she knows
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Is on some lonely road
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She¡¯s going down, she¡¯s going down
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Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she¡¯s not
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No matter what she¡¯s gonna give her kids a better life
|
Than what she¡¯s got
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And that¡¯s what keeps her getting by
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In every dark cloud
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She keeps finding that silver lining
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Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she¡¯s not
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No matter what, she¡¯s gonna give her kids a better life
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Than what she¡¯s got
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And that¡¯s what keeps her getting by
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That's What Keeps Her Getting By
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| Tracy Byrd |
