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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 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 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 through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I'll tell ya, 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 and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd hit town and my was dry,
thought I'd stop and myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well 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 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 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 a chair 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 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 went for his gun but I pulled first,
He lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get 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 me before I die,
For the 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, what COULD 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 with a different of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every I win,
And if I 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 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 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 through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I'll tell ya, 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 and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd hit town and my was dry,
thought I'd stop and myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well 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 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 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 a chair 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 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 went for his gun but I pulled first,
He lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get 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 me before I die,
For the 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, what COULD 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 with a different of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every I win,
And if I have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still that name!
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