A Boy Named Sue [live] Songtext
von Johnny Cash

Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn′t leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and a 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 musta thought that was 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
I'd search the honkytonks and bars
And kill that man that give 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, dealin' 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 you gonna die"
Yeah! 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
Kickin' and a′ gougin′ 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
And he went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile

And 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 it's that 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 oughtta thank me, before I die
For the gravel in your guts and the spit in the eye
′Cause I'm the son of-a bitch that named you Sue

Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
I called him my pa, and he called me his son
And 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
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
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