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A Boy Named Sue
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de Johnny Cash
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Well, my daddy left home I was three,
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole 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 before he he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed from to town to hide my shame.
But I me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man gave me 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 dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a out picture that my mother had,
and I knew 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 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 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 remember when,
he kicked like a and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard 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 make 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 have to get tough or die,
And it's that 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 thank me I die,
For the gravel in gut and the in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked 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 every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George but Sue!
I still hate that name!
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole 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 before he he went and named me Sue.
Well, he musta thought it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
I grew up and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed from to town to hide my shame.
But I me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man gave me 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 dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, dog that named me Sue.
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a out picture that my mother had,
and I knew 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 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 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 remember when,
he kicked like a and he bit like a crocodile.
Well I heard 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 make 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 have to get tough or die,
And it's that 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 thank me I die,
For the gravel in gut and the in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch named you Sue."
yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked 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 every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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