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| My daddy left home when I was three |
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| And he | didn't leave much to Ma and me |
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| Just | this old guitar and an empty bottle of | booze. |
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| Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid |
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| But the | meanest thing that he ever did |
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| Was be | fore he left, he went and named me ' | Sue.' |
| Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke |
| And 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 red |
| And 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 me a vow to the moon and stars |
| That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars |
| And kill that man that give me that awful name. |
| Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July |
| And 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 dad |
| >From 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 cold |
| And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' how do you do! Now you gonna die!" |
| Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes |
| And 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 teeth |
| And we crashed through the wall and into the street |
| Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. |
| I tell ya, I've fought tougher men |
| But 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 rough |
| And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough |
| And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along. |
| So I give ya that name and I said good-bye |
| I knew you'd have to get tough or die |
| And it's that name that helped to make you strong." |
| He said: 'Now you just fought one hell of a fight |
| And I know you hate me, and you got the right |
| To 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 eye |
| Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'.' |
| I got all choked up and I threw down my gun |
| And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, |
| And I come 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 him |
| Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name! |