A Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein
Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me
Just this old guitar and a bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him because 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 have thought it was quite a joke
And it got lots 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 would laugh and I'd bust his head
I tell you, 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 roamed from town to town to hide my shame
But I made me a vow to the moon and the stars
I'd search the honky tonks and bars
And kill that man that gave me that awful name
It was Gatlinburg in mid July
And I had just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon in a street of mud
And 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 the 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 right between the eyes
And he went down but to my surprise
He came 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 you I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile
I heard him laughin' then I heard him cussin'
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there looking 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 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."
He said, "Now you have just fought one helluva fight
And I know you hate me and you've 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
Because I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
I called him pa and he called me son,
And I came away with a different point of view
And I think about him now and then
Every time I tried, every time I win
And if I ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
Bill or George - anything but Sue