Well

my

dad-

dy

left

home

when

I

was

three

And

he

didn't

leave

much

to

ma

and

me

Just

this

old

gui-

tar

and

an

empty

bottle

of

booze.

Now,

I

don't

blame

him

cause

he

run

and

hid

But

the

mea-

nest

thing

that

he

e-

ver

did

Was

be-

fore

he

left,

he

went

and named

me

"Sue."

Well,

he

must

o'

thought

that

is

qui-

te

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

gig-

gle

and

I'd

get

red

And

some

guy'd

laugh

and I'd

bust

his

head,

I

tell

ya,

life

ain't

ea-

sy

for

a

boy

na-

med

"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

ma-

de

a

vow

to

the

moon

and

stars

That I'd

search

the

hon-

ky-

tonks

and

bars

And

kill

that

man

who

gave

me

that

aw-

ful

name.

Well,

it

was

Ga-

tlin-

burg

in

mid-

Ju-

ly

And I

just

hit

town

and

my

throat

was

dry,

I

thought

I'd

stop

and

have

my-

self

a

brew.

At

an

old

sa-

loon

on

a

street

of

mud,

There at

a

tab-

le,

dea-

ling

stud,

Sat

the

dir-

ty,

man-

gy

dog

that

named

me

"Sue."

Well,

I

knew

that

snake

was

my

own

sweet

dad

From

a

worn-

out

pic-

ture

that

my

mo-

ther'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

gon-

na

die!!"

Well,

I

hit

him

hard

right

bet-

ween

the

eyes

And

he

went

down,

but

to

my

surp-

rise,

He come

up

with

a

knife

and

cut

off

a piece

of

my

ear.

But

I

bus-

ted

a

chair

right

ac-

ross

his

teeth

And

we

crashed

through

the

wall

and

into

the

street

Kic-

king

and

a'

gouging

in

the

mud

and

the blood

and

the beer.

I

tell

ya,

I've

fought

toug-

her

men

But

I

rea-

lly

can't

re-

mem-

ber

when,

He

kicked

like

a

mule

and

he

bit

like

a

cro-

co-

dile.

I

heard

him laugh

and then

I

heard

him

cuss,

He

went

for

his

gun

and

I

pulled

mine

first,

He

stood

there

loo-

kin'

at

me

and

I

saw

him

smile.

And he

said:

"Son,

this

world

is

rough

And

if

a

man's

gon-

na

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

good-

bye

I

knew

you'd

have

to

get

tough

or

die

And

it's

the

name

that

helped

to

make

you

strong.

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

ya

ought

to

thank

me,

be-

fore

I

die,

For

the

gra-

vel

in

ya

guts

and

the

spit

in

ya eye

Cause

I'm

the

son-

of-

a-

bitch

that

named

you

"Sue.'"

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

a-

way

with

a

diffe-

rent

point

of

view.

And

I

think

a-

bout

him,

now

and

then,

E-

very

time

I

try

and

every

time

I

win,

And

if

I

e-

ver

have

a

son,

I

think

I'm

gonna

name

him

Bill

or

Geor-

ge!

A-

ny-

thing

but

Sue!

I

still

hate

that

name!