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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,
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 he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from a folks,
Seems I had to fight my life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And 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 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 that gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just 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 out picture that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his & his evil eye.
He was big and and grey 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 told him.
Well, I hit him hard right 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 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 tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled mine first,
He stood 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 you along.
So I gave you that and I said goodbye,
I you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just one hell of a fight,
And I know you me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But you thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, 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 time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
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 he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from a folks,
Seems I had to fight my life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And 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 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 that gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just 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 out picture that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his & his evil eye.
He was big and and grey 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 told him.
Well, I hit him hard right 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 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 tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled mine first,
He stood 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 you along.
So I gave you that and I said goodbye,
I you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just one hell of a fight,
And I know you me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But you thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, 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 time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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