Sure Hit Songwriter's Pen Lyrics by Bobby Bare
Album : Sings Lullabys, Legends and Lies [RCA Victor] , Lullabys, Legends and Lies (And More) [RLG Legacy]
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(Shel Silverstein)

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 fed 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...
(Shel Silverstein)      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 fed 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...