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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,
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 ever did,
Was before he left he and me Sue.
Well, he musta 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 giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life 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 roamed from to town to 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 name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit 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 me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a out that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and 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 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 tougher men,
but I can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then 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 gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I I wouldn't be to help you along.
So I you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that 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 thank me before I die,
For the in your gut and the 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,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come away with a point of view.
I think about him now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm gonna name him,
Bill or anything but Sue!
I still hate 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 ever did,
Was before he left he and me Sue.
Well, he musta 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 giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life 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 roamed from to town to 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 name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit 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 me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a out that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and 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 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 tougher men,
but I can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then 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 gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I I wouldn't be to help you along.
So I you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that 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 thank me before I die,
For the in your gut and the 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,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come away with a point of view.
I think about him now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm gonna name him,
Bill or anything but Sue!
I still hate name!
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