| 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 before he left, he went and named me «Sue.»
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| Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
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| And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk
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| It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
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| Some gal would giggle and I’d get red
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| And some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head
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| I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named «Sue.»
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| Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean
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| My fist got hard and my wits got keen
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| I’d roam from town to town to hide my shame
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| But I made a vow to the moon and stars
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| That I’d search the honky-tonks and bars
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| And kill that man who gave me that awful name
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| Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
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| And I just hit town and my throat was dry
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| I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew
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| At an old saloon on a street of mud
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| There at a table, dealing stud
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| Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me «Sue.»
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| Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
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| From a worn-out picture that my mother’d had
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| And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
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| He was big and bent and gray and old
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| And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
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| And I said: «My name is 'Sue!' |
| How do you do!
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| Now you’re going to die!!»
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| Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
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| And he went down, but to my surprise
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| He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
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| But I busted a chair right across his teeth
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| And we crashed through the wall and into the street
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| Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer
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| I tell you, I’ve fought tougher men
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| But I really can’t remember when
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| He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
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| I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
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| He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
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| He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile
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| And he said: «Son, this world is rough
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| And if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
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| And I knew I wouldn’t be there to help ya along
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| So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
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| I knew you’d have to get tough or die
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| And it’s the name that helped to make you strong
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| He said: «Now you just fought one hell of a fight
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| And I know you hate me, and you got the right
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| To kill me now, and I wouldn’t blame you if you do
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| But ya ought to thank me, before I die
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| For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
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| Because I’m the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue
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| I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
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| And I called him my pa, and he called me his son
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| And I came away with a different point of view
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| And I think about him, now and then
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| Every time I try and every time I win
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| And if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him
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| Bill or George! |
| Anything but Sue! |
| I still hate that name! |