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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,
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 lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my life through.
Some gal would and I'd get red,
And some guy'd and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy Sue.
I up quick and I grew up mean,
My got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed 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 have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a of mud,
at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I that snake was my own 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 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 down but to my surprise,
Came 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 remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled 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 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 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 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 eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
I got up and threw down my gun,
him my pa and he called me his son,
And I away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every I try and time I win,
And if I a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
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 lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my life through.
Some gal would and I'd get red,
And some guy'd and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy Sue.
I up quick and I grew up mean,
My got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed 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 have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a of mud,
at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I that snake was my own 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 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 down but to my surprise,
Came 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 remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled 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 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 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 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 eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
I got up and threw down my gun,
him my pa and he called me his son,
And I away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every I try and time I win,
And if I a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate name!
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