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A Boy Named Sue 
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by Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick and I up mean,
My fist got and my wits got keen,
I from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man gave me that name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a out picture my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his eye.
He was big and bent and and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said,
"My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I him.
Well, I hit him hard between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I a chair right across his teeth,
And we through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he me his son,
And I come with a different of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I hate that name!
and he didn't leave to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick and I up mean,
My fist got and my wits got keen,
I from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man gave me that name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a out picture my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his eye.
He was big and bent and and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said,
"My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I him.
Well, I hit him hard between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I a chair right across his teeth,
And we through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he me his son,
And I come with a different of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I hate that name!
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