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A Boy Named Sue 
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de Johnny Cash
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Well, my left home I was three,
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just ole guitar and an of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest 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 life through.
Some gal would giggle 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 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 my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill 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 and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
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 eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said,
"My 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 down but to my surprise,
Came up a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.
I you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't when,
he kicked like a and he bit a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and I heard him cuss,
He for his gun but I pulled 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 be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be to help you along.
So I gave you 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 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 gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what I do?
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 that name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just ole guitar and an of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest 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 life through.
Some gal would giggle 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 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 my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill 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 and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
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 eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said,
"My 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 down but to my surprise,
Came up a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.
I you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't when,
he kicked like a and he bit a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and I heard him cuss,
He for his gun but I pulled 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 be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be to help you along.
So I gave you 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 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 gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what I do?
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 that name!
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