"My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your going to die!!"
My daddy left home when I was three and didn't leave much to ma and me just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. But the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left,he went and named me "Sue".
well ,he must o' thought that is quite a joke and it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, it seems I had to fight my whole life through. some gal would giggle and I'd get red and some guy'd laugh.
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. 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 know that snack wa. And I looked at him and my blood ran cold and said :"my name is "sue "!how do you do! now your gonna die!"
He came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth. And we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
He stood there looking' at me and I saw him smile and he said: "son, this world is rough and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough and 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"
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 hime, 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 I'm bill or George! anything but sue! I still hate that name!