…..a kickin’ an’ a gougin’ in the mud, and the blood, and the beer!

Le Récré Art' D'Elfie

An oldie and a favourite of mine. I have both sung and played this song around the globe, in some of the seediest dive’s as well as some incredibly well heeled venue’s. If you click the picture above you can catch it as a video.

Love you all more than weeds love growing in my yard.

H xxx

A boy named Sue  

 

                      D

  1. Well, my daddy left home when I was three,

                 G

    and he didn’t leave much to ma and me,

            A                                                         D

    just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

 

    Now, I don’t blame him cause he run and hid,

                   G

   but the meanest thing that he ever did

                 A                                                         D

    was before he left, he went and named me “Sue.”

 

                    D       

  1. Well, he must have thought that is was quite a joke,

              G

    and it got a lot of laughs from a lot of folk,

         A                                                      D

    it seems I had to fight my whole life through.

                                                                           

    Some gal would giggle and I’d get red,

                       G

    and some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head,

       A                                                             D

    I tell you, life ain’t easy for a boy named “Sue.”

 

                 D                                                         

  1. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

           G

    my fists got hard and my wits got keen,

          A                                                       D

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

                                                                                   

    But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,

                 G

   that I’d search the honky-tonks and bars,

           A                                                         D

    and kill that man that give me that awful name.

 

                         D                                            

  1. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,

                 G

    and I`d just hit town and my throat was dry,

         A                                                    D

    I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew.

                                                                

    At an old saloon on a street of mud,

       G

    there at a table, dealing stud,

                  A                                                   D

    sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me “Sue.”

 

                 D   

  1. Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

                 G

    from a worn-out picture that my mother’d had,

                A                                                            D

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

                                                                          

    He was big and fat and gray and old,

               G

    and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,

                        A                          D

    and I said, “My name is Sue! How do you do! Now you`re gonna die!!”

 

                D                                                                   

  1. Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,

                  G

    and he went down but to my surprise

           A                                                                       D

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

                                                                                     

    But I busted a chair right across his teeth,

                   G

    and we crashed through the wall and into the street,

     A                                                                                        D

    kicking and a’ gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

 

       D                                                           

  1. I tell you, I’ve fought tougher men,

              G

    but I really can’t remember when,

          A                                                               D

    he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

                                                                                 

     I heard him laugh and then I heard him curse,

           G

    he went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

           A                                                             D

    he stood there lookin’ at me and I saw him smile.

 

                             D                                                 

  1. And he said: `”Son, this world is rough,

                   G

    and if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be

                            A                                                         D

    tough,   and I know I wouldn’t be there to help you along.

                                                                               

    So I give you that name and I said goodbye,

         G

    I knew you’d have to get tough or die,

           A                                                               D

    and it’s that name that helped to make you strong.”

 

                               D

  1. Yeah, he said: “Now you just fought one helluva fight,

                G

    and I know you hate me, and you got the right

         A                                                                   D

    to kill me now, and I wouldn’t blame you if you do.

                                                                                  

    But you ought to thank me, before I die,

                  G

    for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye,

                            A                                               D

    `cause I’m the fucking man that named you “Sue”.”

                   D                                                               

    10 . I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,

      G

    called him my pa, and he called me his son,

              A                                                      D

    and I come away with a different point of view.

                                                                          

    And I think about him, now and then,

               G

    every time I try and every time I win – – –

    and if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him

     D                   G                   D

    Bill, George,  anything but Sue!

 

    (JohnnyCash)

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