Bobby Bare Sure Hit Songwriter`s Pen Lyrics

Sure Hit Songwriter`s Pen Lyrics

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 pen layin' in the gutter so I reached down and picked it
up

It was beaten and bent and cast aside pretty much 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 I was flyin' off the ground cause I knew I found me a sure hit songrwiter
pen

Well the songs they just kept a pourin' out and the money kept pourin' in

 I just couldn't miss all it took was a twist of my sure hit songwriter's pen
you 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

 Then one night in Wichita I was just comin' off of the stage all the folks had
guithered around, my Lord I was a nation rage.

One little red headed girl was there she was a freciledfaced nine or ten.

She said I have no pincle sir. So I signed with my songwriter pen and handed
the pen back to her.

Four o'clock in the 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 advertised on the radio and I pleaded down the sympathy line

And a whole lotta folks and a whole lotta pens but none of them pens was
mine

Well 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 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 tale for a drink or a
dime

And I sleep with my shoes underneath my head and dream about times back
then.

When I blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit songwriter pen

And Somewhere in Wichita tonight there"s a red headded girl she's a
freckle faced and nine or ten,  doin' her arithmetic homework with a sure hit
songwriter's pen

And I say God bless you darling you got a sure hit songwriter pen.

Write me a song.

Send me some money.

You got a sure hit songwriter pen.