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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 and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest 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 my whole through.
Some gal would 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 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 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, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew snake was my own dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I knew scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and 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 I told him.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
up with a an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a 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 fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he like a and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled first,
He stood lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, world is rough,
And if a man's gonna it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to you along.
So I gave you that name and I goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to 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 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, could I do, 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 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 but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest 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 my whole through.
Some gal would 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 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 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, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew snake was my own dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I knew scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and 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 I told him.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
up with a an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a 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 fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he like a and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled first,
He stood lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, world is rough,
And if a man's gonna it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to you along.
So I gave you that name and I goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to 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 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, could I do, 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 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 but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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