Bobby Bare – Sure Hit Songwriters Pen (Guitar)

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I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs

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And playin' them for all of the stars

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Watchin' them laugh and hand 'em back

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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 fountain pen layin' in the gutter

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so I stopped and picked it up

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It was worn out, bent and cast aside

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Kinda sorta 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

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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

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Then I wrote me a smash again

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And I was flyin' off the ground cause I knew I found me

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A sure hit songrwiter pen

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So the songs they just kept a pourin' out

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And the money kept pourin' in

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I just couldn't miss all it took was a twist

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Of my sure hit songwriter's pen

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Remember when I won the Grammy

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then I won it again and again

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Well none of you knew it was all due

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to my sure hit songwriter's pen

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I was a darling of all of the ladies

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I was a hero among the men

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Makin' big dough workin' rodeos and TV shows

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Me and my sure hit songwriter pen

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Then one night in Wichita

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I was just comin' off of the stage

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Folks all lined up screamin' for my autograph

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Lord I was a national rage

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One little freckled face girl was there

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She said I got no pencil, sir

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So I signed it with my songwriter pen

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And handed the pen back to her.

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Four o'clock in the morning

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I woke up with the shakes and the bends

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With terror in my eyes cause good God I realized

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I'd lost my sure hit songwriter pen

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I offered rewards in the papers

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I pleaded on the sympathy line

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And a whole lotta folks and a whole lotta pens

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But none of them pens was mine

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So my songs got worse and my money ran out

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And so did all my good time friends

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And there was no doubt I was nothing without

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My long lost sure hit songwriter pen

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So I rolled like a stone down old Skid Row

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Where I feed my blues on wine

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And I rest my chops in a two-bit flop

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And I tell my story for a drink or a dime

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And I sleep with my shoes underneath my head

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And dream about times back then

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When I blazed my name across the sky

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With my sure hit songwriter pen

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And somewhere in Wichita, some little girl

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Who's a freckled face 9 or 10

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Is doin' her arithmetic homework tonight

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With a sure hit songwriter's pen

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And I say God bless you honey

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You got a sure hit songwriter pen

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Write me a song

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You got a sure hit songwriter pen

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Send me some money

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You got a sure hit songwriter pen