Sure Hit Songwriters Pen

Speaking of legends and tall tales
 There's a beggin' goin' around about the guy that
 Writes a few songs and grabs his guitar, and jumps on a bus
 And goes to Nashville and overnight becomes a smash
 Now, friends this works for some of the guys sometimes
 But, there's a whole lot of guys runnin' up and down 16th Avenue south of here
 You can see 'em two seasons, you can see 'em at the country corner
 And these boys have whole lot of dreams, same way I have mine
 But sometimes they come true, sometimes they don't
 I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' them for all of the stars
 Watchin' them laugh and hand 'em back, livin' on hope and Hershey bars
 So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home
 And I's a headin' for the trailway bus
 When I seen an old fountain pen layin' in the gutter so I stopped and picked it up
 It was worn out and bent and cast aside, kinda sorta like myself
 So I sat down on the curb and wrote a little song
 It told the world how both of us felt
 Then I run that song down the Music Row and before I had time to spit
 It's pitched and sold and cut for a record
 And movin' up the charts, and damned 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 found me a sure hit songwriter pen
 So the songs they just kept a pourin' out, and the money kept pourin' in
 Oh 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 it was all due to my sure hit songwriter's pen
 I was a darling of all of the ladies
 I was a hero among the men
 Makin' big dough workin' rodeos and TV shows me, and my sure hit songwriter pen
 But then one night in Wichita I was just comin' off of the stage
 Folks all lined up screamin' for my autograph and Lord I was a national rage
 One little freckle faced girl was there she said I got no pencil sir
 So I signed it with my songwriter pen and then handed the pen back to her
 Four o'clock that morning I woke up with the shakes and the bends
 With terror in my eyes 'cause good God I realized I'd lost my sure hit songwriter pen
 I offered rewards in the papers and I pleaded on the sympathy line
 And a whole lotta folks sent a whole lotta pens but none of them pens was mine
 So my songs got worse and my money ran out and so did all my good time friends
 And there was no doubt I was nothing without my long lost sure hit songwriter pen
 So I rolled like a stone down to 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 dream about days back then
 When I blazed my name across the sky with my sure hit songwriter pen
 Somewhere in Wichita some little girl who's a freckle faced and nine or ten
 Is doin' her arithmetic homework tonight with the sure hit songwriter pen
 I'll say God bless you honey, you got yourself a sure hit songwriter pen there
 Write a song for me baby, you got a sure hit songwriter pen
 Send me some money, you got a sure hit songwriter pen