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A Boy Named Sue 
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by Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy home when I was three,
and he didn't leave to ma and me,
this ole and an bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from a folks,
Seems I had to my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd and I'd bust 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 got keen,
I roamed from town to town to my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And that 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,
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 that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture my mother had,
and I knew that 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 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 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 tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked 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 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 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 helped to make you strong.
Now you just 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, what could I do, what COULD I do?
I got choked up and my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever 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,
this ole and an bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him 'cause he ran and hid,
But the meanest thing he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought that it was a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from a folks,
Seems I had to my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd and I'd bust 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 got keen,
I roamed from town to town to my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And that 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,
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 that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture my mother had,
and I knew that 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 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 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 tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked 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 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 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 helped to make you strong.
Now you just 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, what could I do, what COULD I do?
I got choked up and my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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