Shel Silverstein Sure hit Songwriter's pen Lyrics:
Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs
and playin' 'em for all of the stars Watchin' 'em
laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey
bars So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket
home and I's headin' for the Trailway bus When I
seen an old fountain pen laying in the gutter so I
stopped and picked it up It was worn-out bent and
cast aside you know 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 to Music Row and before I had time to
spit It's pitched and sold and cut for a record
And moving up the charts and damn it's a hit So I
wrote me another winner then I wrote me a smash
again And I's a flyin' off the ground cause I knew
I'd found me a sure hit songwriter's pen So the
songs they just kept a'pourin' out and the money
kept pouring 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 that it was all
due to my sure hit songwriter's pen I was darling
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with all the ladies I was a hero among the men...
Making big dough working rodeos and TV shows me
and my sure hit songwriter's pen But then one
night in Wichita I was just coming off of the
stage Folks all lined up and did crawl 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's pen
and then handed the pen back to her Four o'clock
that morning I wake up with the shakes and the
bends With terror in my eyes cause good God I
realized I'd lost my sure hit songwriter's 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 pen's was mine So my
songs got worse and my money ran out and so did
all my so-called friends And there was no doubt I
was nothing without my long-lost sure hit
songwriter's 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 I dream about days back
then When I blazed my name across the sky with my
sure hit songwriter's pen Somewhere in Wichita
some little girl who's a freckled face nine or ten
Is doing her arithmetic homework tonight with a
sure hit songwriter's pen God bless ya honey you
got yourself my sure hit songwriter's pen
Lyrics: Sure hit Songwriter's pen, Shel Silverstein [end]