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

Well,my daddy left when I was three
And he didn't leave to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty of booze
Now, I don't him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he did
Was before he left, he went and me Sue

Well, he must o' thought that is a joke
And it got a lot of from a' lots of folk
It seems I had to fight my whole through
gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I tell ya, life easy for a boy named Sue

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

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I just hit and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a
At an old saloon on a of mud
at a table, dealing stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that me Sue

Well, I knew that snake was my own dad
From a worn-out picture that my had
And I knew that scar on his and his evil 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 gonna die"

(yeah, that's what I him)

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

I ya, I've fought tougher men
But I can't 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 mine
He there lookin' at me and I saw him smile

And he said, "Son, world is rough
And if a gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya
So I ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get or die
And it's the name that to make you strong"

He said, "Now you fought one hell of a fight
And I you hate me, and you got the right
To me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, I die
For the gravel in ya and the spit in ya eye
I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue"

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

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