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 BECAUSE HE RUN AND HID,BUT THE MEANEST THING THAT HE EVER DIDWAS BEFORE HE LEFT, HE WENT AND NAMED ME SUE.WELL, HE MUST HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS QUITE A JOKE,AND IT GOT LOTS OF LOUGH FROM A LOT OF FOLKS,IT SEEMS I HAD TO FIGHT MY WHOLE LIFE THRU.SOME GAL WOULD GIGLE AND I`D GET RED,AND SOME GUY WOULD LOUGH AND I`D BUST HIS HEAD,I TELL YOU, 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 KNEEN.ROAMED FROM TOWN TO TOWN TO HIDE MY SHAME,BUT I MADE ME A VOW TO THE MOON AND STARS,I`D SEARCH THE HONKY TONKS AND BARSAND KILL THAT MAN THAT GIVE ME THAT AWFUL NAME.BUT IT WAS GATLINBURG IN MID JULYAND I HAD 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 MUDAND AT A TABLE DEALING STUD SAT THE DIRTY,MANGY DOG THAT NAMED ME SUE.WELL I KNEW THAT SNAKE WAS MY OWN SWEET DADFROM A WORN-OUT PICTURE THAT MY MOTHER HAD.AND I KNOW THAT SCAR ON HIS CHEEK AND HIS EVIL EYE.HE WAS BIG AND BENT AND GREY AND OLDAND I LOOKED AT HIM AND MY BLOOD RAN COLD,AND I SAID, "MY NAME IS SUE. HOW DO YOU DO?NOW YOU`RE GONNA DIE." YEAH, THAT`S WHAT I TOLD HIM.WELL I HIT HIM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYESAND HE WENT DOWN, BUT TO MY SURPRISEHE COME UP WITH A KNIFE AND CUT OFF A PICE OF MY EAR.BUT I BUSTED A CHAIR RIGHT ACROSS HIS TEETH.AND WE CRASHED THROUGH THE WALL AND INTO THE STREETKICKING AND A-GOUGING IN THE MUD AND THE BLOODAND THE BEER.(
Fortsetzung)I TELL YOU I`VE FOUGHT TOUGHER MENBUT I REALLY CAN`T REMEMBER WHEN.HE KICKED LIKE A MULE AND HE BIT LIKE A CROCODILE.I HEARED HIM LOUGHIN` AND THEN I HEARED HIM CUSSIN`,HE WENT FOR HIS GUN AND I PULLED MINE FIRST.HE STOOD THERE LOOKING AT ME AND I SAW HIM SMILE,AND HE SAID, "SON THIS WORLD IS ROUGHAND IF A MAN`S GONNA MAKE IT, HE`S GOTTA BE THOUGHAND I KNOW I WOULDN`T BE THERE TO HELP YOU ALONG.SO I GIVE YOU THAT NAME AD I SAID GOOD BYE,I KNEW YOU`D HAVE TO GET TOUGH OR DIE.AND IT`S THAT NAME THAT HELPED TO MAKE YOU STRONG.""YEAH", HE SAID, "NOW YOU HAVE JUST ONE HELLUVA FIGHT,AND I KNOW YOU HATE ME AND YOU`VE GOT THE RIGHTTO KILL ME NOW AND I WOULDN`T BLAME YOU IF YOU DO.BUT YOU OUGHT TO THANK ME BEFORE I DIEFOR THE GRAVEL IN YOUR GUTSAND THE SPIT IN YOUR EYE BECAUSEI`M THE - - - -THAT NAMED YOU SUE."YEAH, WHAT COULD I DO? WHAT COULD I DO?I GOT ALL CHOKED UP AND I THREW DOWN MY GUN.CALLED HIM A PA AND HE CALLED ME A SON,AND I COME AWAY WITH A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW.AND I THINK ABOUT HIM NOW AND THEN.EVERY TIME I TRIED, EVERY TIME I WINAND IF I EVER HAVE A SON I THINKI AM GONNA NAME HIMBILL OR GEORGE - ANYTHING BUT SUE.
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