Material Girl

©1996 Dave Clegg

I was tryin’ to make it big in Nashville

Writin’ them cheatin’ songs,

But I was at a loss for words 

Until she came along.

I took her to the Justice 

Of the Peace and we were wed.

She made a lovely bride,

Even if her dress was red.

Before we took our honeymoon

She said I’d have to wait.

‘Cause someone at the courthouse

Had asked her for a date.

I went and got my GIT-tar,

Started workin’ on a tune. 

I knew I’d found my ticket 

To the Big-Time pretty soon. 

And my friends all wonder why

I’m keepin’ her around.

They don’t understand

It’s inspiration I have found.

It takes the right material 

To write like Hank and Merle, 

And I guess you could say

She’s a material girl. 

Ever since we tied the knot

She hasn’t let me down.

There’s a special box 

For her ring at the Lost and Found. 

Some folks think it’s strange

That I don’t seem to mind.

But I’ve got seven boxes full

Of heartache set to rhyme.

Then one day as fate would have it, 

She left for good. 

But it came as no surprise,

I always knew she would.

She got herself a lawyer,

And they made me the goat.

Now, she gets all the royalties

From all the songs I wrote.

And my friends all wonder why

I was keepin’ her around.

They don’t understand

It’s inspiration I had found.

It takes the right material 

To write like Hank and Merle, 

And I guess you could say

She’s a material girl.