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A Boy Named Sue 
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by Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy left when I was three,
and he didn't leave to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't 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 that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick and I 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 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,
I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture 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 him.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
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 blood and the beer.
I tell you I've fought men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked a mule 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 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 I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I you'd have to get or die,
And it's that that helped to make you strong.
Now you fought one hell of a fight,
And I you hate 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 gravel in your gut and the spit in eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch 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 a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate name!
and he didn't leave to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't 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 that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick and I 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 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,
I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture 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 him.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
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 blood and the beer.
I tell you I've fought men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked a mule 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 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 I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I you'd have to get or die,
And it's that that helped to make you strong.
Now you fought one hell of a fight,
And I you hate 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 gravel in your gut and the spit in eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch 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 a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate name!
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