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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 much to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever 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 from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my life through.
gal 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 Sue.
I up quick and I up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I 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 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 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 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 a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and 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 when,
he 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 mine 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 be tough,
And I I wouldn't be 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 that helped to you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate 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 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, 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 him now and then,
Every time 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 much to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever 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 from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my life through.
gal 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 Sue.
I up quick and I up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I 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 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 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 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 a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and 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 when,
he 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 mine 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 be tough,
And I I wouldn't be 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 that helped to you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate 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 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, 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 him now and then,
Every time 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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