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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 much to ma and me,
Just this ole and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest he did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs lots a folks,
Seems I had to my life through.
Some gal would 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 grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I 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 I told him.
Well, I hit him hard the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a o' my ear.
I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed 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 men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this is rough,
And if a man's gonna 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 have 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 me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me 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 called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest he did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs lots a folks,
Seems I had to my life through.
Some gal would 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 grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I 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 I told him.
Well, I hit him hard the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a o' my ear.
I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed 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 men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this is rough,
And if a man's gonna 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 have 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 me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me 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 called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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