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I you to uh, I want to a,
If you don't mind Carl, I'd like you to stay out and help us on some
I'd to
One of the greatest guitar players as well as song writers and singers in
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 and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I don't him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he did
Was he left, he went and named me Sue

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

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

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

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

(yeah, that's I told him)

Well, I hit him right 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 a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the and into the street
and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer

I tell ya, fought tougher men
But I really remember when
He kicked a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laugh and then I heard him
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 man's make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to ya along
So I give ya name and I said goodbye
I you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that to make you strong"

He said, "Now you just fought one 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 thank me, I die
For the in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch named you Sue"

Well could I do? What could I do?
I got all up and I threw down my gun
And I him my paw, and he called me his son
And I came away with a different point of
And I think about him, now and
Every I try and every time I win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna him..
Bill or George! but Sue!

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