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I you to uh, I want to a,
If you don't Carl, I'd like you to stay out and help us on some songs
I'd to
One of the greatest guitar players as well as song writers and in Memphis
Appreciate a help on guitar, alright. Thank you Carl

Well,my daddy left home when I was
And he leave much to ma and me
Just this old and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I don't blame him he run and hid
But the meanest thing he ever did
Was he left, he went and named me Sue

Well, he must o' thought that is a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' of folk
It seems I had to fight my whole through
Some gal giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd his head,
I tell ya, life ain't for a boy named Sue

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up
My got hard and my wits got keen
I'd roam from to town to hide my shame
But I made a vow to the and stars
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who me that awful name

Well, it was Gatlinburg in
And I just hit and my throat was dry
I thought I'd and have myself a brew
At an old on a street of mud
There at a table, stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog named me Sue

Well, I knew that was my own sweet dad
From a picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that scar on his and his evil eye
He was big and bent and and old
And I looked at him and my ran cold
And I said, "My is Sue, how do you do
Now gonna die"

(yeah, that's what I him)

Well, I hit him hard between the eyes
And he went down, but to my
He up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the and the beer

I tell ya, fought tougher men
But I really can't when
He kicked a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laugh and then I him cuss
He for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood lookin' at me and I saw him smile

And he said, "Son, world is rough
And if a man's make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be to help ya along
So I give ya that and I said goodbye
I knew you'd to get tough or die
And the name that helped to make you strong"

He said, "Now you just fought one hell of a
And I know you me, and you got the right
To me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, I die
For the in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch named you Sue"

Well what I do? What could I do?
I got all up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my paw, and he me his son
And I came away with a different point of
And I think about him, now and
Every time I try and time I win
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm name him..
or George! Any-damn-thing but Sue!

Alright, thank you much