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I want you to uh, I to a,
If you don't mind Carl, I'd you to stay out and help us on some songs
I'd to
One of the greatest players as well as song writers and singers in Memphis
Appreciate a little help on guitar, alright. you Carl

Well,my left home when I was three
And he leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty of booze
Now, I blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he did
Was before he left, he and named me Sue

Well, he o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of from a' lots of folk
It seems I had to fight my life through
gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some laugh and I'd bust his head,
I ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue

Well, I grew up quick and I up mean
My fist got hard and my got keen
I'd from town to town to hide my shame
But I made a vow to the moon and
That I'd the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me awful name

Well, it was in mid-July
And I just hit town and my was dry
I thought I'd and have myself a brew
At an old on a street of mud
There at a table, dealing
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue

Well, I knew snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out that my mother'd had
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his eye
He was big and bent and and old
And I at him and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My is Sue, how do you do
Now you're die"

(yeah, that's what I him)

Well, I hit him hard right between the
And he went down, but to my
He come up with a and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair across his teeth
And we through the wall and into the street
and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer

I tell ya, I've tougher men
But I really remember when
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a
I heard him and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him

And he said, "Son, world is rough
And if a gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I be there to help ya along
So I give ya that name and I goodbye
I you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to you strong"

He said, "Now you fought one hell of a fight
And I you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I blame you if you do
But ya ought to me, before I die
For the gravel in ya and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that you Sue"

Well what I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I down my gun
And I him my paw, and he called me his son
And I came away with a different of view
And I think about him, now and
Every time I try and every I win
And if I ever a son, I think I'm gonna name him..
or George! Any-damn-thing but Sue!

Alright, thank you much