(Bobby Huff/Shane Minor/Danny Wells)



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

From the outside looking in you'd 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

She's going down, she's going down

Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she's not

No matter what she's gonna give her kids a better life

Than what she's got 

And that's what keeps her getting by



Friday noon, parent teacher day

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

Wishing her kids had one of them too

This ain't how she planned it; her life's going ten different ways, 

It's off to little league and then to ballet



Somehow she keeps getting by

The only soft shoulder she knows

Is on some lonely road

She's going down, she's going down

Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she's not

No matter what she's gonna give her kids a better life

Than what she's got 

And that's what keeps her getting by



In every dark cloud

She keeps finding that silver lining



Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she's not

No matter what, she's gonna give her kids a better life 

Than what she's got

And that's what keeps her getting by

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

From the outside looking in you'd 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

She's going down, she's going down

Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she's not

No matter what she's gonna give her kids a better life

Than what she's got 

And that's what keeps her getting by



Friday noon, parent teacher day

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

Wishing her kids had one of them too

This ain't how she planned it; her life's going ten different ways, 

It's off to little league and then to ballet



Somehow she keeps getting by

The only soft shoulder she knows

Is on some lonely road

She's going down, she's going down

Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she's not

No matter what she's gonna give her kids a better life

Than what she's got 

And that's what keeps her getting by



In every dark cloud

She keeps finding that silver lining



Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel, but she's not

No matter what, she's gonna give her kids a better life 

Than what she's got

And that's what keeps her getting by