[Versetto]
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My daddy left home when I was three 
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And he didn't leave much to ma and me 
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Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. 
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Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid 
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But the meanest thing that he ever did 
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Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
[Versetto]
A 
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke 
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And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, 
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It seems I had to fight my whole life through. 
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Some gal would giggle and I'd get red 
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And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, 
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I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
[Versetto]
A 
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, 
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My fist got hard and my wits got keen, 
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I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. 
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But I made a vow to the moon and stars 
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That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars 
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And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
[Versetto]
A 
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July 
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And I just hit town and my throat was dry, 
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I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. 
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At an old saloon on a street of mud, 
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There at a table, dealing stud, 
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Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
[Versetto]
A 
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad 
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From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, 
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And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. 
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He was big and bent and gray and old, 
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And I looked at him and my blood ran cold 
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And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! 
  
Now you gonna die!!"
[Versetto]
A 
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes 
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And he went down, but to my surprise, 
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He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. 
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But I busted a chair right across his teeth 
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And we crashed through the wall and into the street 
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Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
[Versetto]
A 
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men 
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But I really can't remember when, 
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He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. 
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I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, 
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He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, 
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He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
[Versetto]
A 
And he said: "Son, this world is rough 
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And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough 
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And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. 
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So I give ya that name and I said goodbye 
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I knew you'd have to get tough or die 
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And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
[Versetto]
A 
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight 
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And I know you hate me, and you got the right 
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To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. 
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But ya ought to thank me, before I die, 
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For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye 
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Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
[Versetto]
A 
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun 
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And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, 
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And I came away with a different point of view. 
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And I think about him, now and then, 
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Every time I try and every time I win, 
[No Chords] 
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him 
                A (keep strumming) 
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!