Il testo della Sure hit songwriter's pen

Now i was hangin' round nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars
Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and hershey bars
So i pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home and i's headin' for the trailway bus
When i seen an old fountain pen laying in the gutter so i stopped and picked it up
It was worn-out bent and cast aside you know kinda sorta like myself
So i sat down on the curb and wrote a little song
That told the world how both of us felt
Then i run that song down to music row and before i had time to spit
It's pitched and sold and cut for a record
And moving up the charts and damn it's a hit
So i wrote me another winner then i wrote me a smash again
And i's a flyin' off the ground cause i knew i'd found me a sure hit songwriter's pen
So the songs they just kept a'pourin' out and the money kept pouring in
I just couldn't miss all it took was a twist of my sure hit songwriter's pen
Remember when i won the grammy then i won it again and again
Well none of you knew that it was all due to my sure hit songwriter's pen
I 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 pen
But then one night in wichita i was just coming off of the stage
Folks all lined up and did crawl for my autograph lord i was a national rage
One little freckled face girl was there she said i got no pencil sir
So i signed it with my songwriter's pen and then handed the pen back to her
Four o'clock that morning i wake up with the shakes and the bends
With terror in my eyes cause good god i realized i'd lost my sure hit songwriter's pen
I offered rewards in the papers i pleaded on the sympathy line
And a whole lotta folks and a whole lotta pens but none of them pen's was mine
So my songs got worse and my money ran out and so did all my so-called friends
And there was no doubt i was nothing without my long-lost sure hit songwriter's pen
So i rolled like a stone down old skid row where i feed my blues on wine
And i rest my chops in a 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 about days back then
When i blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit songwriter's pen
Somewhere in wichita some little girl who's a freckled face nine or ten
Is doing her arithmetic homework tonight with a sure hit songwriter's pen
God bless ya honey you got yourself my sure hit songwriter's pen