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Boy Named Sue - Mike Berry/Robert Rigby
Well my Daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left he went and called me Sue
Well he must thought that is 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 who gave me that awful name
Well it was Gatlinburg in mid July
And I thought I hit town 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 stable dealing stud
Sat the dirty mangy dog call 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 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
You're gonna die
Well I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down but to my surprise
He came 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 curse
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile
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 you along
So I give you that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And sign the name that helped to make you strong
Yeah
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 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 b**ch named you Sue
What can I do
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my Pa and he called me his son
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
If I ever have a son I think I'm gonna call him
Bill or George any thing but Sue
