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A Boy Named Sue 
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by Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy home when I was three,
and he didn't much to ma and me,
Just ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the thing that he did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole 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 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 and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old on a of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
I knew that snake was my own dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil 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 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 his teeth,
And we crashed 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 him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled first,
He there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, 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 goodbye,
I 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 you hate me and ya got the right,
To 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 spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a 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 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 gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't much to ma and me,
Just ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the thing that he did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole 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 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 and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old on a of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
I knew that snake was my own dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil 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 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 his teeth,
And we crashed 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 him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled first,
He there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, 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 goodbye,
I 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 you hate me and ya got the right,
To 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 spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a 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 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 gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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