A# My daddy left home when I was threeD# And he didn't leave much to ma and meF A# Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.A# Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hidD# But the meanest thing that he ever didF A# Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue." A# Well, he must o' thought that is quite a jokeD# And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,F A# It seems I had to fight my whole life through.A# Some gal would giggle and I'd get redD# And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,F A# I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue." A# Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,D# My fist got hard and my wits got keen,F A# I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.A# But I made a vow to the moon and starsD# That I'd search the honky-tonks and barsF A# And kill that man who gave me that awful name. A# Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-JulyD# And I just hit town and my throat was dry,F A# I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.A# At an old saloon on a street of mud,D# There at a table, dealing stud,F A# Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue." A# Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dadD# From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,F A# And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.A# He was big and bent and gray and old,D# And I looked at him and my blood ran coldF A# And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!!" A# Well, I hit him hard right between the eyesD# And he went down, but to my surprise,F A# He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.A# But I busted a chair right across his teethD# And we crashed through the wall and into the streetF A# Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. A# I tell ya, I've fought tougher menD# But I really can't remember when,F A# He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.A# I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,D# He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,F A# He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. A# And he said: "Son, this world is roughD# And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be toughF A# And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.A# So I give ya that name and I said goodbyeD# I knew you'd have to get tough or dieF A# And it's the name that helped to make you strong." A# He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fightD# And I know you hate me, and you got the rightF A# To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.A# But ya ought to thank me, before I die,D# For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eyeF A# Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'" A# I got all choked up and I threw down my gunD# And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,F A# And I came away with a different point of view.A# And I think about him, now and then,D# Every time I try and every time I win, -No Chords- And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name himA - keep strumming - Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
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