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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 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 from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal 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 got hard and my got keen,
I to 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 man that 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 saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own dad,
from a out picture 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 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 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 busted a chair 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 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 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 it he's 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 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 oughtta me before I die,
For the gravel in 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 COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I away with a 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,
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 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 from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal 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 got hard and my got keen,
I to 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 man that 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 saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own dad,
from a out picture 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 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 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 busted a chair 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 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 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 it he's 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 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 oughtta me before I die,
For the gravel in 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 COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I away with a 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,
or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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