My daddy left home when I was three...he didn't leave much...just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
But the meanest thing that he ever did was...he went and named me "Sue."
There at a table, dealing stud, sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
"My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!"
"Son, this world is rough... so I give ya that name... and it's the name that helped to make you strong"
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!