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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 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 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 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 Gatlinburg 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 on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
Well I that 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 the eyes,
And he but to my surprise,
Came up with a an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I a chair across his teeth,
And we 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 like a mule 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, world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's be tough,
And I I wouldn't be there to 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 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 you if you do.
But you thank me before 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, could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I away with a different of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every I win,
And if I ever a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I hate that 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 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 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 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 Gatlinburg 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 on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
Well I that 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 the eyes,
And he but to my surprise,
Came up with a an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I a chair across his teeth,
And we 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 like a mule 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, world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's be tough,
And I I wouldn't be there to 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 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 you if you do.
But you thank me before 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, could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I away with a different of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every I win,
And if I ever a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I hate that name!
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