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Her husband robs banks
So your husband robs banks, then for kicks he left town
Your children's father was arrested,  smells like  Tacoma town
In the jailhouse they use torcher, but this was long before that
 made bond with her last 3,000 dollars and he left her flat
 
Her husband robs banks, and he went on the run
Down through Colorado, on to Arizona
Made it to New Mexico, that's as far as he could go
They said that somebody got killed,
But Stacey had no time for that
 
She says things are looking up
She DRINKS life from a measuring cup
She says her glass is half full, you can't beat that
Her hearts been breaking up, her whole world is shaking up...
She leaves no door left unopened, and gives the lord thanks
 
Her husband robs banks, and that does no good now
He's out robbing on the west coast, yeah you know the neighborhood
Her husband robs banks, you thinks she'd be mad
And the tragedy is her children don't have a dad
And the tragedy is her children don't have a dad,    Solo
 
She says things are looking up
She DRINKS life from a measuring cup
She says her glass is half full, you can't beat that
Her hearts been breaking up, her whole world is shaking up...
She leaves no door left unopened, and gives the lord thanks
 
her husband robs banks, and he's been on the fly
baby if he's ever coming back, say he's gonna do time
all the late nights gambling, her will is her lords
73,000 dollars underneath her floorboards
 
Now she can make ends meet for a month or two?
She goes on her own little streak, a mother does what she has to do
Yeah your husband robs banks, all you can say is thanks
She stays home with the children, she don't know where he goes
The Tacoma bank pressed charges, that was years before that
News like that can knock a poor girl flat 
News like that can knock a poor girl flat 
News like that can knock a poor girl flat 
 
Look underneath the floorboard darling...
 Kelly Kristjanson(c)2012