A Boy Named Sue (Live at San Quentin State Prison, San Quentin, CA - February 1969)

歌詞

Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to Ma and me Just this ole 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 it was quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from lots a 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'll 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 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 give me 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 dealin' stud Sat the dirty, mangey dog that named me Sue Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn out picture that my mother had And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye He was big and bent and grey 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 Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece of my ear 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 Well, I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss He went for his gun but 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 gave 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 ya got the right To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do But you oughta 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 threw down my gun 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!