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."