Friday, April 19, 2013

How Do You Do?



A Boy Named Sue
Johnny Cash
Well
My daddy left home
When I was three
And he didn't leave much
To ma and me
Just this old 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 must of thought
That it was quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs
From a lot of folks
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 fists 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
Who gave 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 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're gonna die

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
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
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 knew I wouldn't be there
To help you along
So I give you that name
And I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the 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 you ought to thank me
Before I die
For the gravel in your guts
And the spit in your 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 I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa
And he called me his son
And I came 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

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6 comments:

Lee said...

Hahahahaha! That is all I have to say on the matter! ;)

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! Yeah, I couldn't resist, and it does fit in with what is meant to be accomplished through this site. For we have been placed in a cruel world to live in for the time being from our ground-based points-of-view, and some have it harder than others, which is often made worse by how they seek to handle their circumstances.

Lee said...

Alice Cooper would be proud of you, Jerry...as would Peter! ;)

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Lee!!! Well, it is certainly difficult to come up with a stinging retort to something like that, but I will endeavor to persevere!

Lee said...

Hehehehehehe! One must never let a chance go by, Jerry! ;)

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

I still got nothin'. Booger. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Lee!!!