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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518444" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Boy Named Sue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, my daddy left home when I was three,<br>and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,<br>just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.<br>Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,<br>but the meanest thing that he ever did was<br>before he left he went and named me Sue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,<br>and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,<br>it seems I had to fight my whole life through.<br>Some gal would giggle and I'd get red<br>and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,<br>I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.<br>My fist got hard and my wits got keen.<br>Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,<br>but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,<br>I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill<br>that man that gave me that awful name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had<br>just hit town and my throat was dry.<br>I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.<br>At an old saloon in a street of mud<br>and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,<br>mangy dog that named me Sue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad<br>from a worn-out picture that my mother had<br>and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.<br>He was big and bent and gray and old<br>and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,<br>and I said, 'My name is Sue. How do you do?<br>Now you're gonna die.' Yeah, that's what I told him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down<br>but to my surprise he came up with a knife<br>and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair<br>right across his teeth. And we crashed through<br>the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging<br>in the mud and the blood and the beer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when.<br>He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.<br>I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',<br>he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.<br>He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he said, 'Son, this world is rough and if<br>a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough<br>and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.<br>So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.<br>I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it's<br>that name that helped to make you strong.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeah, he said, 'Now you have just fought one<br>helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've<br>got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you<br>if you do. But you ought to thank me<br>before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit<br>in your eye because I'm the guy that named you Sue.'<br>Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,<br>called him pa and he called me a son,<br>and I came away with a different point of view<br>and I think about him now and then.<br>Every time I tried, every time I win and if I<br>ever have a son I think I am gonna name him<br>Bill or George - anything but Sue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sheldon+Allan+Silverstein">Sheldon Allan Silverstein</a><div class=q>
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and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
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