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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 to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty 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 thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I'll ya, life ain't for a boy Sue.
I grew up 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 gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd hit and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have a brew.
In and old saloon on a of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I knew that 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 went but to my surprise,
Came up a an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the and the beer.
I tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he like a and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I 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 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 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 before I die,
For the in your gut and the in your 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 think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty 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 thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I'll ya, life ain't for a boy Sue.
I grew up 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 gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd hit and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have a brew.
In and old saloon on a of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I knew that 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 went but to my surprise,
Came up a an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the and the beer.
I tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he like a and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I 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 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 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 before I die,
For the in your gut and the in your 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 think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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