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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,
Just this ole and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't 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 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.
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 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 search the honky-tonks and bars,
And man that gave me that 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 dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own 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 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 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 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 a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this is rough,
And if a man's gonna 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 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 hate 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 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 a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still name!
and he didn't leave to ma and me,
Just this ole and an empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't 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 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.
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 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 search the honky-tonks and bars,
And man that gave me that 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 dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own 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 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 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 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 a crocodile.
Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this is rough,
And if a man's gonna 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 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 hate 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 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 a different point of view.
I think about him now and then,
time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still name!
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