Sure Hit Songwriters Pen - Bobby Bare
I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs
And playin' them for all of the stars
Watchin' them laugh
And hand 'em back livin' on hope
And Hershey bars
So I pawned my guitar
And bought a ticket home
And I's a headin' for the trailway bus
When I seen an old fountain pen
Layin' in the gutter
So I stopped and picked it up
It was worn out and bent
And cast aside kinda sorta like myself
So I sat down on the curb
And wrote a little song
That told the world
How both of us felt
Then I run that song down the Music Row
And before I had time to spit
It's pitched and sold and cut for a record
And movin' up the charts
And damned it's a hit
So I wrote me another winner
Then I wrote me a smash again
And it's a flyin' off the ground cause
I knew I found me a sure hit songrwiter pen
So the songs they just kept a pourin' out
And the money kept pourin' in
Oh I just couldn't miss all it took was a twist
Of my sure hit songwriter's pen
Remember when I won the Grammy
Then I won it again and again
Well none of you knew it was all
Due to my sure hit songwriter's pen
I was a darling of all of the ladies
I was a hero among the men
Makin' big dough workin' rodeos
And TV shows me
And my sure hit songwriter pen
But then one night in Wichita
I was just comin' off of the stage
Folks all lined up screamin'
For my autograph
And Lord I was a nation rage
One little freckle faced girl was
There she said I got no pencil sir
So I signed it with my songwriter pen
And then handed the pen back to her
Four o'clock that morning I woke up
With the shakes and the bends
With terror in my eyes cause good God
I realized I'd lost my sure hit songwriter pen
I offered rewards in papers
And I pleaded on the sympathy line
And a whole lotta folks sent a
Whole lotta pens
But none of them pens was mine
So my songs got worse
And my money ran out
And so did all my good time friends
And there was no doubt I was nothing
Without my long lost sure hit songwriter pen
So I rolled like a stone down old Skid Row
Where I feed my blues on wine
And I rest my chops in a two-bit flop
And I tell my story for a drink or a dime
And I sleep with my shoes underneath
My head dream about days back then
When I blazed my name across the sky
With my sure hit songwriter pen
Somewhere in Wichita some little girl
Who's a freckle faced and nine or ten
Is doin' her arithmetic homework tonight
With the sure hit songwriter's pen
I'll say God bless you honey you got
Yourself a sure hit songwriter pen there
Write a song for me baby you
Got a sure hit songwriter pen
Send me some money you
Got a sure hit songwriter pen
