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 run and hid but the meanest thing he ever did was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Son, this world is rough and if a man's gonna make he's gotta be tough. So I gave ya that name and I said goodbye. I knew you'd have to get tough or die and it's the name that helped to make you strong. Now you just fought one hell of a fight and I know you hate me, and you got the right to kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit in ya eye casue I'm the Son of a Bitch that named you "Sue."
But I made a vow to the moon and stars that I'd search the honky-tonks and bars and kill that man who gave me that awful name.
He was big and bent and gray and old, and I looked at him and my blood ran cold and I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!"
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, he stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun and I called him my pa, and he called me his son, and I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then, every time I try and every time I win, 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!