a boy named sue
 

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sue adında bir oğlan ile kendisine bu ismi verip kaçan babasının hikayesini anlatır.







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 named me Sue.







Well, he must o' 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 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 just hit town and 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 table, dealing 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'd 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?



Now your gonna die!&ampquot That's what I told him







Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes



And he went down, but to my surprise,



He come 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 cuss,



He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,



He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.







And he said: &ampquotSon, this world is rough



And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough



And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.



So I give ya that name and I said goodbye



I knew you'd have to get tough or die



And it's the name that helped to make you strong.&ampquot







He said: &ampquotNow 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 ya 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 bitch that named you Sue.&ampquot







I got all choked up and I threw down my gun



And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,



And I came 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'm gonna name him



Bill or George! Any damn thing but Sue! I still hate that name!