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My daddy left home when I was three
D
And he didn’t leave much to ma and me
E
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of
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booze.
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Now, I don’t blame him cause he run and hid
D
But the meanest thing that he ever did
E
Was before he left, he went and named me “
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Sue.”
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Well, he must o’ thought that is quite a joke
D
And it got a lot of laughs from a’ lots of folk,
E
It seems I had to fight my whole life
A
through.
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Some gal would giggle and I’d get red
D
And some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head,I tell ya,
E
life ain’t easy for a boy named “
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Sue.”
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Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
D
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
E
I’d roam from town to town to hide my
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shame.
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But I made a vow to the moon and stars
D
That I’d search the honky-tonks and bars
E
And kill that man who gave me that awful
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name.
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Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
D
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
E
I thought I’d stop and have myself a
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brew.
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At an old saloon on a street of mud,
D
There at a table, dealing stud,
E
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me “
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Sue.”
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Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
D
From a worn-out picture that my mother’d had,
E
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his
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evil
eye.
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He was big and bent and gray and old,
D
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
E
And I said: “My name is ‘Sue!’
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How do you do!
Now you gonna die!!”
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Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
D
And he went down, but to my surprise,
E
He come up with a knife and cut off a
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piece of my ear.
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But I busted a chair right across his teeth
D
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
E
Kicking and a’ gouging in the mud and the blood and
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the
beer.
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I tell ya, I’ve fought tougher men
D
But I really can’t remember when,
E
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a
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crocodile.
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I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
D
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
E
He stood there lookin’ at me and I saw him
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smile.
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And he said: “Son, this world is rough
D
And if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
E
And I knew I wouldn’t be there to help ya
A
along.
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So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
D
I knew you’d have to get tough or die
E
And it’s the name that helped to make you
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strong.”
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He said: “Now you just fought one hell of a fight
D
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
E
To kill me now, and I wouldn’t blame you if you
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do.
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But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
D
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
E
Cause I’m the son-of-a-bitch that named you “
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Sue.'”
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I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
D
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
E
And I came away with a different point of
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view.
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And I think about him, now and then,
D
Every time I try and every time I win,
These known chords are used in this song.