Thursday - Sam Baker

It’s warm for November

It looks like rain

She drives the interstate

Stays in the slow lane

She’s got two babies in the back

Got huggies in the front

There’s no space to sit

'Cause it’s full of baby junk

She grew up in Dallas

Had a baby real young

Then what’s-his-name left when she had another one

She says «I got these babies

They got all these names

I hurt inside»

And then it starts to rain

It’s a Thursday morning

She feels all alone

Got a hole inside

It’s like a country song

But it feels a lot sadder than what the radio plays

So she pulls off in Waco for some cokes and fries

She idles in the drive when the babies start to cry

She starts to cry when she hears «Daddy gone»

Girl in the window says, «Man there’s something wrong»

It’s a Thursday morning

She feels all alone

Got a hole inside

It’s like a country song

But feels lot sadder than what the radio plays

There’s a parking lot in Waco

She sees things clear

Got a backseat full of babies

Got a frosty full of tears

Then the babies quit crying

The rain lets up

She’s up to on-ramp

Behind a long haul truck

It’s warm for November

It looks like rain

She drives the interstate

Stays in the slow lane

It’s warm for November

Looks like rain

She drives

Monday’s child is fair of faith

Tuesday’s child she’s full of grace

Wednesday’s child she’s full of woe

And Thursday’s child’s got four to go