Acorde de A Boy Named Sue [Live] - Johnny Cash

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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.'








Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke


And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,


It 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 fist got hard and my wits got keen,


I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.


But I made me a vow to the moon and stars


That 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 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


>From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,


And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.


He was big and bent and gray 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!"


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Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes


And he went down but, to my surprise,


He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.


But I busted a chair right across his teeth


And we crashed through the wall and into the street


Kicking and a' gouging 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.


I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,


He went for his gun and 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 ya along.


So I give ya that name and I said good-bye


I knew you'd have to get tough or die


And it's that 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 ya guts and the spit in ya eye


Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'.'





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 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! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!