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A Boy Named Sue 
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de Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy home when I was three,
and he didn't leave 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 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 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 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 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 scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and and grey and old,
And I looked at him and my ran cold, and I said,
"My is Sue! how do you do! Now you die!"
Yeah that's I told him.
Well, I hit him hard 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 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 a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and 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 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 name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know 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 I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch named you Sue."
yeah, 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 with a different point of view.
I think him now and then,
Every I try and every time I win,
And if I have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave 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 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 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 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 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 scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and and grey and old,
And I looked at him and my ran cold, and I said,
"My is Sue! how do you do! Now you die!"
Yeah that's I told him.
Well, I hit him hard 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 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 a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and 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 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 name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know 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 I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch named you Sue."
yeah, 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 with a different point of view.
I think him now and then,
Every I try and every time I win,
And if I have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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