Well my daddy left
home when I was
three and he didn't
leave much for Ma
and me just this old guitar
and a empty bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him cuz
he run and hide but the meanest
thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and
named me Sue.
Well he must of thought that it was quite
a joke and t got a lot of laughs from lots
from lots of folks it seems i had to fight my whole life
through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head I'd 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 whits got keen
romed from town to town to hide
my shame well i made me a vow
to the moon and stars I'd search
the honky tonks and bars
and kill that man that give me that awlful
name.
Well it was Gattlingburg in mid
July I had just hit town and my throat
was dry I thought I'd stop and
have myself a brew.
At a old saloon on the 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 knew that scar
on his cheek and his evil eye he
was big and thin 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'"
Ya thats what i told
Well I hit him hard right between the eyes and
he went down but to my suprize
come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
Well i busted a chair right across his
teeth and we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking
and a gougeing in the mud and the
blood and the beer.
I tell ya i 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 then i heard
him cuss and he went for his gun
and i pulled mine first he stood there
looking at me and i saw him smile
And he said son this world is rough
and if a mans gonna make it hes gotta be tough
and i knew i wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that named and I
said goodbye I knew you would
have to get tough or die and
its that name that helped to make
you strong.
Ya
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 you oughta thank me before i die for the
gravel in your guts and the spit in your
eye cuz I'm the son of a bitch that named you sue.
Ya
What did I do what could I do
I got all choked up and I threw
down my gun called him a
Pa and he called me a 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 gonna
name him Bill or Gorge any dame thing but
Sue I still hate that name
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Lyrics submitted by Robert.