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A Boy Named Sue 
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by Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy home 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 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 some 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 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 the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my 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, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew snake was my own sweet dad,
a worn out picture my mother had,
and I that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and 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 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 chair right 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 kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
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, 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 goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that helped to 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 thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got up and threw my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and time I win,
And if I ever 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 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 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 some 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 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 the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my 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, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew snake was my own sweet dad,
a worn out picture my mother had,
and I that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.
He was big and bent and 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 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 chair right 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 kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
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, 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 goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that helped to 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 thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got up and threw my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and time I win,
And if I ever 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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