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A Boy Named Sue 
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by 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 this ole guitar and an of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the 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,
I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would and I'd get red,
And some guy'd and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't 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 that man that gave me that name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out 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 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 busted a right across his teeth,
And we crashed 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 kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He for his gun but I pulled first,
He stood lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's make it he's gotta be tough,
And I I wouldn't be to help you along.
So I gave you that and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that that 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 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?
Well I got up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come 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 have a son,
I think I'm gonna 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 of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the 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,
I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would and I'd get red,
And some guy'd and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't 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 that man that gave me that name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out 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 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 busted a right across his teeth,
And we crashed 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 kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He for his gun but I pulled first,
He stood lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's make it he's gotta be tough,
And I I wouldn't be to help you along.
So I gave you that and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that that 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 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?
Well I got up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come 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 have a son,
I think I'm gonna him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I hate that name!
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