My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue".
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."... I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame... And kill that man who gave me that awful name
And we crashed through the wall and into the street... And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough... And it's the name that helped to make you strong
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!