A boy named sue

A boy named sue- author unknown.

well my dad left home,when i was three,
and he didn't leave much for ma and me,
Just an old guitar and an empty bottle of booze,

Now i don't blame him cos he ran and hid,
but the meanest thing he ever did,
was before he left,
he went and named me sue,

well he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got a lot of laughs from a lot of folks,
and it seems ,
i had to fight my whole life through,

some girl would giggle,
and I'd get bright red,
some guy would laugh,
and I'd bust his head,

i tell ya,
life wasn't easy for a boy named sue,
but well,i grew up quick,
and i grew up mean,

My fist got hard,
and my wits got keen,
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 the man that gave me that awful name

well it was gatlinburg in mid july,
and I'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
so i thought I'd stop,
and have myself a brew.

On and old saloon of a street of mud,
there at the table dealing stud,
sat the dirty mangy dog,
that named me sue,

well i knew that snake,
was my own sweet dad,
from the worn out pictures that my mom had,
and i knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye,

he was big and thin 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!!,

well i hit him right between the eyes,
he went down,but to my surprise,
he came up with a knife,
and cut 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 gouging in the mud, the,blood and beer,
i tell ya,i fought tougher men,but really can't remember when,

he kicked like a mule,and bit like a crocodile,
i heard him laugh and i heard him cuss,
he went for his gun,but 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 man is gonna make it,he's gotta be tough,
and i knew i wouldn't be there to help you along,
so i gave you that name,and i said goodbye,

i knew you had to get tough or die,
and it's that name that helped you get strong,
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 don't blame you if you do,
but you ought to thank me first,
before i'm supposed to die,

for the gravel in your guts,
and the spit in your eye,
cause I'm the son of a bitch,
that named you sue,

well,what could i do?
i got all choked up,and i threw down my gun,
i called him pa,and he called me son,
and we came away with a different point of view,

and I'd think about him,every now and then,
every time i tried,and every time I'd win,
and if ever i have a son,i think I'd name him,
Bill!,or George!,or any damn thing but sue..