Sure Hit Songwriters Pen
By Bobby Bare
Album: Lullabys, Legends & Lies (1973)
Written By Shel Silverstein
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
10/4/2014
G
I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs
C
And playin' them for all of the stars
A7
Watchin' them laugh and hand 'em back
D
Livin' on hope and Hershey bars
G
So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home
C
And I's a headin' for the trailway bus
A7
When I seen an old fountain pen layin' in the gutter
D
so I stopped and picked it up
It was worn out, 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 I was 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
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
Then one night in Wichita
I was just comin' off of the stage
Folks all lined up screamin' for my autograph
Lord I was a national rage
One little freckled face girl was there
She said I got no pencil, sir
So I signed it 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 offered rewards in the papers
I pleaded on the sympathy line
And a whole lotta folks and 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
And dream about times back then
When I blazed my name across the sky
With my sure hit songwriter pen
And somewhere in Wichita, some little girl
Who's a freckled face 9 or 10
Is doin' her arithmetic homework tonight
With a sure hit songwriter's pen
Tag:
And I say God bless you honey
You got a sure hit songwriter pen
Write me a song
You got a sure hit songwriter pen
Send me some money
You got a sure hit songwriter pen
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