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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 leave much to ma and me,
Just ole and an empty of booze.
Now I don't him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he 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,
I had to fight my whole life through.
gal 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 Sue.
I grew up and I up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I from town to 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 saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out that my mother had,
and I knew scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I at him and my 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 down but to my surprise,
Came up with a 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 really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I 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 world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be to you along.
So I you that 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 spit in 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 down my gun,
Called him my pa and he 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 I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just ole and an empty of booze.
Now I don't him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he 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,
I had to fight my whole life through.
gal 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 Sue.
I grew up and I up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I from town to 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 saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out that my mother had,
and I knew scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I at him and my 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 down but to my surprise,
Came up with a 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 really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I 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 world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be to you along.
So I you that 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 spit in 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 down my gun,
Called him my pa and he 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 I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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