I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' them for all of the stars
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Watchin' them laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars
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So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home
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And I's a headin' for the trailway bus
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When I seen an old pen layin' in the gutter so I reached down and picked it up
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It was beaten and bent and cast aside pretty much like myself
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So I sat down on the curb and wrote a little song
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That told the world how both of us felt
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Then I run that song down the Music Row and before I had time to spit
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It's pitched and sold and cut for a record
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And movin' up the charts and damned it's a hit
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So I wrote me another winner then I wrote me a smash again
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And I was flyin' off the ground cause I knew I found me a sure hit songrwiter pen
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Well the songs they just kept a pourin' out and the money kept pourin' in
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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
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Well none of you knew it was all due to my sure hit songwriter's pen
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I was a darling of all of the ladies I was a hero among the men
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Makin' big dough workin' rodeos and TV shows me and my sure hit songwriter pen
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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.
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One little red headed girl was there she was a freciledfaced nine or ten.
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She said I have no pincle sir. So I signed with my songwriter pen and handed the pen back to her.
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Four o'clock in the morning I woke up with the shakes and the bends
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With terror in my eyes cause good God I realized I'd lost my sure hit songwriter pen
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I advertised on the radio and I pleaded down the sympathy line
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And a whole lotta folks and a whole lotta pens but none of them pens was mine
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Well my songs got worse and my money ran out and so did all my good time friends
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And there was no doubt I was nothing without my sure hit songwriter pen
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So I rolled like a stone down old Skid Row where I feed my blues on wine
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And I rest my chops in a two-bit flop and I tell my tale for a drink or a dime
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And I sleep with my shoes underneath my head and dream about times back then.
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When I blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit songwriter pen
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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
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And I say God bless you darling you got a sure hit songwriter pen.
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Write me a song.
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Send me some money.
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You got a sure hit songwriter pen.
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Sure Hit Songwriter's Pen
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Bobby Bare |