Sure Hit Songwriter's Pen

Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the starsWatchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey barsSo I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home and I's headin' for the Trailway busWhen I seen an old fountain pen laying in the gutter so I stopped and picked it upIt was worn-out bent and cast aside you know kinda sorta like myselfSo I sat down on the curb and wrote a little songThat told the world how both of us feltThen I run that song down to Music Row and before I had time to spitIt's pitched and sold and cut for a recordAnd moving up the charts and damn it's a hitSo I wrote me another winner then I wrote me a smash againAnd I's a flyin' off the ground cause I knew I'd found me a sure hit songwriter's penSo the songs they just kept a'pourin' out and the money kept pouring inI just couldn't miss all it took was a twist of my sure hit songwriter's penRemember when I won the Grammy then I won it again and againWell none of you knew that it was all due to my sure hit songwriter's penI was darling 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 penBut then one night in Wichita I was just coming off of the stageFolks all lined up and did crawl for my autograph Lord I was a national rageOne little freckled face girl was there she said I got no pencil sirSo I signed it with my songwriter's pen and then handed the pen back to herFour o'clock that morning I wake up with the shakes and the bendsWith terror in my eyes cause good God I realized I'd lost my sure hit songwriter's penI offered rewards in the papers I pleaded on the Sympathy LineAnd a whole lotta folks and a whole lotta pens but none of them pen's was mineSo my songs got worse and my money ran out and so did all my so-called friendsAnd there was no doubt I was nothing without my long-lost sure hit songwriter's penSo I rolled like a stone down old Skid Row where I feed my blues on wineAnd I rest my chops in a two-bit flop and I tell my story for a drink or a dimeAnd I sleep with my shoes underneath my head and I dream about days back thenWhen I blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit songwriter's penSomewhere in Wichita some little girl who's a freckled face nine or tenIs doing her arithmetic homework tonight with a sure hit songwriter's penGod bless ya honey you got yourself my sure hit songwriter's pen