A Boy Named Sue - Johnny Cash
My dad left house, when I was three
And it did not leave much mA and me
Straight this old Guitarre and an empty bottle Schnaepse.
Now I do not blame it a cause, he to run leave and hid myself
But the central thing, which it at all
Was before it left, it went calling me "Sue."
Well it must meant O ', which is quite a joke
And it received a quantity laughter of ' lots peoples,
I had my complete life seems through to fight.
Any gallon will would receive kichern and I red
And any guy'd laughter and I its head would blow up,
I explain ya, lives am simply for a boy, am not called "Sue."
Well I buildup fast and I buildup means,
My fist, those were kept hard and my ESPRIT received sharply,
I would roam across from city to city, in order to hide my dishonor.
But I formed a promise to the moon and to the stars
That I would search honky tonks and the staffs
And toetung, which man, whom me gave, the terrible name.
It was good Gatlinburg in intermediary July
And I struck straight city and my throat was drying,
I imagined would stop and would have to even brew.
At an old Saloon on a road of the mud,
There at a table, treating pins,
The dirty, mangy dog, called me "Sue sat."
Well I knew that queue was my own sweet dad
From one worn out illustration, which had mine mother'd,
And I knew that scar on its cheek and his bad eye.
It was large and bent and grey and old,
And I regarded it and my blood let cold weather run
And I said: "my name is ' Sue!' How!
You go now dying!!"
Well I struck it strongly to the right between the eyes
And it went down, but to my surprise,
He comes above with a measurer and cut a piece off of my ear.
But I blew up a chair right over its teeth
And we broke off by the wall and into the road
Step and a ' Ausmeisseln in the mud and in the blood and in the beer.
I explain ya, I fought more durable men
But I cannot remind really me if,
It stepped like a maultier and it bit like a crocodile.
I heard it laugh and then heard I him cuss,
It went for its rifle and I pulled my first,
It level there lookin ' of me and I saw it smiling.
And it said: "son, this world is rough
To be durable and if a man, who goes, forming her it will receive,
And I did not know myself will its there to help ya along.
Thus I give ya, that call and I said good-bye
I could do you would have durable or cubes would receive
And the name, which helped, is to be formed you strongly."
He said: "now you fought a straight hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you received the right
Around me and me would not now kill you blames if you.
But is to thank ya me, before I die,
For gravel in ya entrails and in the Spit in ya the eye
A cause am I the son of in female, called you "Sue.'"
Which I could do, do, what I could do
I kept all strangled above and I threw down my rifle
And I called it my Pa, and he called me its son,
And I came away with another criterion.
And I think of it, now and then,
Every time I try and each time I win,
And if I have at all a son, I think it will call myself
Calculation or George! All verfluchte thing however Sue! I hate still this
name!
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