So long, Johnny...

A Boy Named Sue-Johnny Cash

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 your gonna 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 ya, 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 ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause 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!

Those lyrics are copywrited. Did you get
permission to reproduce them here?

Show a little respect to a dead man by
stealing his work why don't you? Typical
sick and stupid New Yorker!

S.Simon


"Bobsprit" wrote in message ...
So long, Johnny...

A Boy Named Sue-Johnny Cash

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 your gonna 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 ya, 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 ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause 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!

Those lyrics are copywrited. Did you get
permission to reproduce them here?

I have the legal right to paste them here. You need to look up copywrite law
for lyrics, dummy!

RB

"Bobsprit" wrote in message ...
Those lyrics are copywrited. Did you get
permission to reproduce them here?

I have the legal right to paste them here. You need to look up copywrite law
for lyrics, dummy!


You have NO legal right to reproduce copywritten material here or
anywhere else for that matter unless you have permission from the
author and include the copywrite symbol and give credit to the
writer.

S.Simon - kicking Booby's ass up and down the length of the newsgroup!

You have NO legal right to reproduce copywritten material here or
anywhere else for that matter unless you have permission from the
author and include the copywrite symbol and give credit to the
writer.

Still wrong. Lyrics may be reproduced in forums and NG with legal auth.

RB

Bull****!


"Bobsprit" wrote in message ...
Still wrong. Lyrics may be reproduced in forums and NG with legal auth.

RB

OK, OK copyright law - just because Booby can't
spell don't blame it on me!

S.Simon


wrote in message ...
On 12 Sep 2003 16:52:18 GMT, (Bobsprit) wrote:

Those lyrics are copywrited. Did you get
permission to reproduce them here?

I have the legal right to paste them here. You need to look up copywrite law
for lyrics, dummy!

RB

Stop. You two dummies are both wrong. There is no such thing as
copywrite law.

BB

He's dead Jim.

"Simple Simon" wrote in message
...

"Bobsprit" wrote in message
...
Those lyrics are copywrited. Did you get
permission to reproduce them here?

I have the legal right to paste them here. You need to look up copywrite
law
for lyrics, dummy!


You have NO legal right to reproduce copywritten material here or
anywhere else for that matter unless you have permission from the
author and include the copywrite symbol and give credit to the
writer.

S.Simon - kicking Booby's ass up and down the length of the newsgroup!

Yes, it's easy to make a sucker out of him!


wrote in message ...
On Fri, 12 Sep 2003 13:25:33 -0400, "Simple Simon"
wrote:



OK, OK copyright law - just because Booby can't
spell don't blame it on me!


Why not? The error started with you. Bobadil just followed you like a
little lost puppy, without looking where he was going or thinking
about what he was doing. He does that a lot, you know...

BB




wrote in message ...
On 12 Sep 2003 16:52:18 GMT, (Bobsprit) wrote:

Those lyrics are copywrited. Did you get
permission to reproduce them here?

I have the legal right to paste them here. You need to look up copywrite law
for lyrics, dummy!

RB

Stop. You two dummies are both wrong. There is no such thing as
copywrite law.

BB

Still wrong. Lyrics may be reproduced in forums and NG with legal auth.

The legal author is Shell Silverstein. Does this mean you violated the law ?

Peter