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A Boy Named Sue 
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by Johnny Cash
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Well, my left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole and an empty of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the 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,
I had to my whole life through.
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 and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed from town to 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 man that gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit and my was dry,
thought I'd stop and a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
Well I that was my own dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and 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 right 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 busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the 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 him laugh and then 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 make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name 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 blame you if you do.
But you oughtta me before I die,
For the 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, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come 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 think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole and an empty of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the 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,
I had to my whole life through.
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 and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed from town to 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 man that gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit and my was dry,
thought I'd stop and a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
Well I that was my own dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and 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 right 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 busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the 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 him laugh and then 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 make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name 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 blame you if you do.
But you oughtta me before I die,
For the 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, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come 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 think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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