My daddy left home when I was three, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left, he went and named me "Sue". Some gal would giggle and I'd get red and some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue".
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, my fist got hard and my wits got keen, 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. At an old saloon on a street of mud, there at a table, dealing stud, sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue".
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad I looked at him and my blood ran cold I said,"My name is 'Sue'! How do you do! Now you're gonna die!" I hit him hard right between the eyes. He comes up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. I busted a chair right across his teeth and we crashed through the wall and into the street. He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
"Son, this world is rough and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough, I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give 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."
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, cause I'm the son of a **** that named you 'Sue'." 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!