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
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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.