Sure Hit Songwriter's Pen Lyrics

(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 autographBobby Bare - Sure Hit Songwriter's Pen - http://motolyrics.com/bobby-bare/sure-hit-songwriters-pen-lyrics.html
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...