(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