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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