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Now I was hangin' around Nashville
Writin' songs and playin' 'em for all the stars
Watchin' 'em laugh and hand them back
And livin' on hope and Hershey bars
So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home
And I was, I was headin' for the Trailways bus
When I, I seen this old fountain pen
Layin' there in the gutter, so I stop and pick it up
It was worn out and bent and cast aside
You know, kinda sorta like myself
So I sat down on the curb and wrote a little song
Just to tell the world how both of us felt
And then I said, "Hell with it!" and I run that song up to music row
And you know before I had time to spit
Why, it's pitched and sold and cut for a record
And movin' up the charts and damn it's a hit!
So, I wrote me another winner, and I wrote me a smash again
And I was flyin' off the ground
'Cause I knew, I knew I'd found,
I found a sure hit songwriter's pen
Yeah, and the songs, songs just kept pourin' out
And the money kept pourin' in
And, I couldn't miss, man, all it took was a little twist
Of that absolute sure hit songwriter's pen
Now, now, listen, I'm not, I'm not lyin' to ya!
Remember when I won the Grammy? You do.
And then I won it again and again and again
Well, well, none of you knew that it was all due
To that sure hit songwriter's pen
Did ya? No you didn't, did ya?
Yeah, I-I was the darlin' of all the ladies - oooh!
I was a hero among the men
You know, makin' big dough, workin' rodeos and TV shows
Me and my sure hit songwriter's pen
And then, and then one night in Wichita
You know, I was just boppin' off the stage
Folks all lined up beggin', crawlin' for my autograph
Lord, I was a national rage, I mean, you know.
And then one little freckle-faced girl was there
And she said, she said, "I got no pencil, sir."
So, I signed her an autograph
With my songwriter's pen
And then handed the pen to her
Four o'clock that mornin', I-I wake up with the shakes
And the bends and terror in my eyes
'Cause, Good God!, I realized
I lost my sure hit songwriter pen!
I offered rewards in the papers, you know,
And I pleaded on a sympathy line
And, and a lot of good folks sent, sent a whole lotta pens
But none of them pens was mine
So, naturally, my songs got worse
And my money run out
And so did all my so-called friends
And there was no doubt I just wasn't nothin'
Without that magical sure hit songwriter's pen
Yeah, and so I roll like a stone down old skid row
Where I feed my blues on wine
And I rest my chops in some 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, I-I dream about the days back then
When I, when I blazed my name 'cross the music world skies
With my, with my sure hit songwriter's pen
A-a-and somewhere in Wichita, some little girl
Who's a, who's a freckle-face nine or ten
Is, is doin' her 'rithmetic homework tonight
With a sure hit songwriter's pen
God bless ya honey
Ya got my sure hit songwriter's pen (Stavro Arrgolus) |
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