A Boy Named Sue
My daddy left home when I was threeAnd he didn't leave much to ma and meJust this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hidBut the meanest thing that he ever didWas before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a jokeAnd it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,It seems I had to fight my whole life through.Some gal would giggle and I'd get redAnd some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,My fist got hard and my wits got keen,I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.But I made a vow to the moon and starsThat I'd search the honky-tonks and barsAnd kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-JulyAnd I just hit town and my throat was dry,I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.At an old saloon on a street of mud,There at a table, dealing stud,Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dadFrom a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.He was big and bent and gray and old,And I looked at him and my blood ran coldAnd I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyesAnd he went down, but to my surprise,He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.But I busted a chair right across his teethAnd we crashed through the wall and into the streetKicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher menBut I really can't remember when,He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is roughAnd if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be toughAnd I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.So I give ya that name and I said goodbyeI knew you'd have to get tough or dieAnd it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fightAnd I know you hate me, and you got the rightTo kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.But ya ought to thank me, before I die,For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eyeCause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gunAnd I called him my pa, and he called me his son,And I came away with a different point of view.And 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 himBill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!