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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 ole guitar and an empty of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing he ever did,
Was before he left he 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 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, ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed town to town to my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd the honky-tonks and bars,
And man 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 was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his eye.
He was big and bent 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 right between the eyes,
And he down but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a o' my ear.
I 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 like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He 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 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 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 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 named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, 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 away a different point of view.
I think 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,
Just ole guitar and an empty of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing he ever did,
Was before he left he 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 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, ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed town to town to my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd the honky-tonks and bars,
And man 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 was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his eye.
He was big and bent 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 right between the eyes,
And he down but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a o' my ear.
I 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 like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He 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 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 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 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 named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, 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 away a different point of view.
I think 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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