Well, 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 musta thought that is quite a joke,
And it got a lot of laughs from a lots of folks.
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 fists got hard and my wits got keen,
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gimme that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
And I'd 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,
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 knew I wouldn't be there to help you 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."
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, before I die,
"For the gravel in your guts and the spit in ya eye,
"'Cos 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,
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!
Anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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 musta thought that is quite a joke,
And it got a lot of laughs from a lots of folks.
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 fists got hard and my wits got keen,
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gimme that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
And I'd 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,
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 knew I wouldn't be there to help you 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."
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, before I die,
"For the gravel in your guts and the spit in ya eye,
"'Cos 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,
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!
Anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!
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