Текст песни Bobby Bare - Sure Hit Songwriter`s Pen
Bobby Bare - Sure Hit Songwriter`s Pen слова песни
I was hangin` round Nashville writin` songs and playin` them for all of the starsWatchin` them laugh and hand `em back livin` on hope and Hershey barsSo I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket homeAnd I`s a headin` for the trailway busWhen I seen an old fountain pen layin` in the gutter so I stopped and picked it upIt was worn out and bent and cast aside 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 the Music Row and before I had time to spitIt`s pitched and sold and cut for a recordAnd movin` up the charts and damned it`s a hitSo I wrote me another winner then I wrote me a smash againAnd it`s a flyin` off the ground cause I knew I found me a sure hit songrwiter penSo the songs they just kept a pourin` out and the money kept pourin` inOh I 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 it was all due to my sure hit songwriter`s penI was a darling of all of the ladies I was a hero among the menMakin` big dough workin` rodeos and TV shows me and my sure hit songwriter penBut then one night in Wichita I was just comin` off of the stageFolks all lined up screamin` for my autograph and Lord I was a nation rageOne little freckle faced girl was there she said I got no pencil sirSo I signed it with my songwriter pen and then handed the pen back to herFour o`clock that morning I woke up with the shakes and the bendsWith terror in my eyes cause good God I realized I`d lost my sure hit songwriter penI offered rewards in papers and I pleaded on the sympathy lineAnd a whole lotta folks sent a whole lotta pens but none of them pens was mineSo my songs got worse and my money ran out and so did all my good time friendsAnd there was no doubt I was nothing without my long lost sure hit songwriter 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 dream about days back thenWhen I blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit songwriter penSomewhere in Wichita some little girl who`s a freckle faced and nine or tenIs doin` her arithmetic homework tonight with the sure hit songwriter`s penI`ll say God bless you honey you got yourself a sure hit songwriter pen thereWrite a song for me baby you got a sure hit songwriter penSend me some money you got a sure hit songwriter pen