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A Boy Named Sue 
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de 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 and an 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 thought 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 and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd 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 and my wits got keen,
I roamed from 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 kill that man that gave me name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd and myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that me Sue.
I that snake was my own sweet 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 bent 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 I him.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he 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 the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the 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 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 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 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 your gut and the spit in eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got up and threw down 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,
Every time I try and time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm 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 and an 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 thought 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 and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd 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 and my wits got keen,
I roamed from 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 kill that man that gave me name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd and myself a brew.
In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that me Sue.
I that snake was my own sweet 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 bent 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 I him.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he 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 the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the 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 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 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 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 your gut and the spit in eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got up and threw down 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,
Every time I try and time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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