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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 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 named me Sue.
Well, he musta that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And guy'd laugh 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 up mean,
My fist got and my got keen,
I roamed from town to to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the 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,
I'd and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that was my own sweet dad,
a worn out picture that my 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 is Sue! how do you do! Now you die!"
Yeah that's what I told him.
Well, I hit him right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a chair 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 tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't 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 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 there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that 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 you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the 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 choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come 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 have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave 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 named me Sue.
Well, he musta that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And guy'd laugh 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 up mean,
My fist got and my got keen,
I roamed from town to to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the 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,
I'd and have myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that was my own sweet dad,
a worn out picture that my 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 is Sue! how do you do! Now you die!"
Yeah that's what I told him.
Well, I hit him right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.
I busted a chair 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 tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't 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 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 there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that 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 you if you do.
But you oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the 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 choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come 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 have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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