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A Boy Named Sue 
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de Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy left when I was three,
and he didn't leave 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 went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my life through.
Some gal giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up and I grew up mean,
My got 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 me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit 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 that scar on his cheek & 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 between the eyes,
And he 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 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 can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I 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 is rough,
And if a man's 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 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 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 your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
him my pa and he called 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 every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave 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 went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my life through.
Some gal giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up and I grew up mean,
My got 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 me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit 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 that scar on his cheek & 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 between the eyes,
And he 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 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 can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I 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 is rough,
And if a man's 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 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 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 your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
him my pa and he called 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 every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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