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.
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 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 we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
He said, "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 ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son of a bitch 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,