My daddy
home when I was three
He
very much to Ma and me
Except this old guitar and an empty bottle of
boozealcool
.
Now, I don't blame him cause he
and
But
the meanest thingla chose la plus méchante
that my Daddy ever
Was before he
, he
and
me "Sue."
Well, he
that is quite a joke
And it
a lot of laughs from lots of
folkles gens
,
It seems I
fight my whole life through.
Some gal
gigglerglousser
and I'd turn red
And some guy would laugh and I'd
bustpéter, casse
his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I
quick and I grew up mean,
My fist
hard and my
witsesprit
got
keenaffuté
,
I'd
roamerrer
from town to town to hide my shame.
But I
a
vowvoeu
to the moon and stars
That I'd search the
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And kill that man who
me that awful name.
Well, it
Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I 'd just
town and my
throatgorge
was dry,
I
I'd stop and have myself a
brewbière
.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table,
dealing studdistribuant les cartes
,
the dirty,
mangygaleux, miteux
dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I
that snake was my own sweet dad
From a
worn outusé
picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that
scarcicatrice
on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and
bentcourbé
and gray and old,
And I
at him and my blood
cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now you're gonna die!!"
Well, I
him hard right between the eyes
And he
, but to my surprise,
He
with a knife and
a piece of my ear.
But I
a chair right across his teeth
And we
through the wall and into the street
Kicking and
a' gouging in the mudcreusant la boue
and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I'
tougherplus dur
men
But I really can't remember when,
He
like a mule and he
like a crocodile.
I
him laugh and then I heard him
cursejurer
,
He went for his gun and I
mine first,
He
there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he
: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I
I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I
you that name and I
goodbye
I knew you'd have to
get toughs'endurcir
or die
And it's the name that
to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just
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 totu devrais
thank me, before I die,
For the
gravelgravier
in your
gutstripes
and the
spit in the eyemépris
Cause I'm the son-of-a-b**** that named you "Sue.'"
What could I do?
I got all
choked upému
and I threw down my gun
And I
him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I
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 boy, I think I'm gonna name him after you...