Woody's First Wife

You never hear much of his first wife and they never talk about

When they wrote his memoir, well, they nearly left her out

For every prince in waiting, there's a concubine alone

And even at the funeral they sat her on her own

He was a singer or a writer, a lover or a fighter

A miner and designer, came from Perth or Carolina

A natural who'd squandered all the talent he'd been given

Or one who'd born with nothing but ambition, he was driven

You never hear much of his second wife, they never talk about

And when they made the movie, well, they cut her best bits out

She was standing in the background, just a voice upon the phone

And even at the funeral, they sat her on her own

When he'd given up his drinking or he'd taken up his drinking

The family had been mortified, hey, what could she be thinking?

When they moved into the family home or maybe they moved out

But if there was a problem, she had caused it, without doubt

You never hear much of his last wife and they never talk about

When they read the will and testament, they fully cut her out

He was a shadow of his former self and she just had him on loan

And even at the funeral, they sat her on her own

She was kind of hard to get to know, hey, everybody said

But no one heard the soft words spoken lying in their bed

And as his nighttime filled with hatchets, she softly held him near

It was a love so undeserved, but such a well-earned fear

You never hear much of his first wife

You never hear much of his last wife

You never hear too much of his trouble and his strife