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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 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 meanest thing that he 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 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 his head,
I'll tell ya, ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I 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 me that name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my was dry,
thought I'd and have 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.
I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I 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 into 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 remember when,
he 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 first,
He 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 or die,
And it's name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just 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 that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, 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 a different point of view.
I about him now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm name him,
Bill or George 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 meanest thing that he 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 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 his head,
I'll tell ya, ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I 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 me that name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my was dry,
thought I'd and have 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.
I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I 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 into 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 remember when,
he 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 first,
He 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 or die,
And it's name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just 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 that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, 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 a different point of view.
I about him now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm name him,
Bill or George but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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