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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 bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the thing 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 my whole life through.
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 for a boy named Sue.
I grew 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 that man that gave me that awful name.
Well, it was in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and 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 dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I that scar 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 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 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 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 to help you along.
So I gave you that and I said goodbye,
I you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you me and ya got the right,
To kill 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 that 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 with a different point of view.
I think him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate name!
and he didn't much to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the thing 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 my whole life through.
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 for a boy named Sue.
I grew 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 that man that gave me that awful name.
Well, it was in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and 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 dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I that scar 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 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 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 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 to help you along.
So I gave you that and I said goodbye,
I you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you me and ya got the right,
To kill 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 that 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 with a different point of view.
I think him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate name!
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