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SURE HIT SONGWRITER'S PEN (Shel Silverstein) Bobby Bare - 1973 Shel Silverstein - 1978 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 autograph 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 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 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 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 (Contributed by Mel - July 2010)


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