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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 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 he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he 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 giggle and I'd get red,
And guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll ya, ain't 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 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 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 that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I that scar on his cheek & his 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 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 when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I him laugh and then I him cuss,
He 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 make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I you that name and I goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's name that helped to you strong.
Now you just fought one of a fight,
And I know you hate me and ya got the right,
To 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 that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
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 every I win,
And if I 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 he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he 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 giggle and I'd get red,
And guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll ya, ain't 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 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 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 that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I that scar on his cheek & his 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 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 when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I him laugh and then I him cuss,
He 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 make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I you that name and I goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's name that helped to you strong.
Now you just fought one of a fight,
And I know you hate me and ya got the right,
To 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 that named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
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 every I win,
And if I 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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