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....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."
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. 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.
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes. And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And he said: "Son, this world is rough and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough... and you got to kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
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!