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A Boy Named Sue 
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de Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy left home I was three,
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole 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 and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs 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 and I 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 in mid-July,
and i'd hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old on a street of mud,
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 that my mother had,
and I knew that on his & 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 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 his teeth,
And we 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 tougher men,
but I really can't 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, 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 said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name 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 blame you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me before 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 my gun,
Called him my pa and he me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole 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 and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs 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 and I 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 in mid-July,
and i'd hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
In and old on a street of mud,
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 that my mother had,
and I knew that on his & 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 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 his teeth,
And we 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 tougher men,
but I really can't 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, 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 said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name 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 blame you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me before 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 my gun,
Called him my pa and he me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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