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A Boy Named Sue 
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de 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 bottle 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 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 tell ya, life 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 from town to town to my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me that name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my 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 me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a 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 I told him.
Well, I hit him hard between the eyes,
And he went but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I a chair across his teeth,
And we through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.
I 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 heard 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 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 you along.
So I gave you and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd 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 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 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 of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and 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 much to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle 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 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 tell ya, life 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 from town to town to my shame.
But I made me a vow to the and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me that name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my 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 me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a 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 I told him.
Well, I hit him hard between the eyes,
And he went but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I a chair across his teeth,
And we through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.
I 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 heard 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 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 you along.
So I gave you and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd 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 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 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 of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and 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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