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A Boy Named Sue
Knee-Deep Melodies 110
 
    
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A Boy Named Sue
 
ID: 17939
   Instrumental  
   Vocal  

LabelKnee-Deep Melodies
WEB SITE kneedeepmelodies.com
Label information
Grid list of Knee-Deep Melodies recordings
Number110
TypeSinging Call
Copies1
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration3:59
MediaMP3
Artist(s)
Chris Froggatt (picture)     recordings by Chris Froggatt

Chris Froggatt

Cue Sheet

OPENER    Mainstream

Sides face grand square
Well 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
Now, I don't blame him that he run and hid
Cause the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue
(Circle left)
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk
(Allemande left and promenade)
So I made me a vow to the moon and stars
I'd search those honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man that gave me that awful name


FIGURE    Mainstream, corner progression

Heads you promenade and go, halfway round the ring you do
Side two gonna do the right & left thru
Now square thru in the middle you go, four hands round you know
Dosado, do an eight chain 4
* Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head

Swing that corner, promenade
** Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean
My fist got hard and my wits got keen
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue


MIDDLE BREAK    Mainstream

Sides face grand square
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop 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
(Circle left)
He was big and bent and grey and old
I looked at him and my blood ran cold
(Allemande and promenade)
I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now you gonna die!" Yeah, that's what I told him!


ALTERNATE LYRICS

Eight chain 4
* Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise

Swing your corner, promenade
** 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

Eight chain 4
*I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile

Swing your corner, promenade
**I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first...


CLOSER    Mainstream

Sides face, grand square
He said, "Son, this world is rough...
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along
So I give you 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
(Circle left)
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him my Pa, and he called me his son
(Allemande and promenade)
I think about him, 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 him...
Bill or George! Anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!

 
Lyrics

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A Boy Named Sue Lyrics ID: 4196

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
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
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 and I'd bust his head
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue"

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean
My fist got hard and my wits got keen
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, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
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 knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and bent and gray and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now you're going to die!!"

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

I tell you, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' 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

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 yer guts and the spit in yer eye
Because 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
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!

Lyrics by Shel Silverstein.
Recorded by Johnny Cash.
 

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