well, my Daddy left home when I was 3 &he didn't leave much to Ma &me, cept this old guitar &an empty bottle of booze. now I don't blame him bc he run &hid, but the meanest thing that my Daddy did was before he left, he went &named me Sue.
he must've thought it was quite a joke &I got a lot of laughs from lots of folk; seems I had to fight my whole life through. some gals giggled &I'd turn red. some guy would laugh &I'd bust his head. I tell ya, life ain't for a boy named Sue.
I grew up quick &I grew up mean.. I made me a vow to the moon &the stars I'd search the honky Tonks &bars &kill that man that gave me that awful name.. well, it was Gatlinburg in mid -July &I just hit town &my throat was dry.. I knew that snake was my own sweet Dad from a worn-out pic that my mother'd had.. I looked at him &my blood ran cool &I said, "my name is Sue, how do you do? now you gonna die !" ..he reached for his gun but I pulled mine first he stood there lookin' at me &I saw him smile. &he said,
"son this world is rough &if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough &I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along. so I give ya that name &I said goodbye &I knew you'd have to get tough or die. it's that name that helped to make you strong."
what could I do? I got all choked up &threw down my gun. I called him my Pa, &he called me his son, come away with a different POV. &I think about him, now &then.. &if I ever have a boy, I'll name him Bill or George or Frank, anything but Sue. I hate that name !
be careful little ears what you hear .