Artist/Band: Shel Silverstein Tabs
Song: Father Of A Boy Named Sue Tab
The Father Of A Boy Named Sue
By Shel Silverstein
rmofle at satx.rr.com
11/20/2005
(Silverstein's speaking voice:)
�Okay� now years ago, I wrote a song named �A Boy Named Sue�, and that was okay and everything,
except then I started to think about it, and I thought, �It is unfair. I am looking at the whole
thing from the poor kid�s point of view. And as I get more older and more fatherly, I begin to
look at things from an old man�s point of view. So� I decided to give the old man equal time.
Okay. Here we go.�
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Yeah, I left home when the kid was three, it sure felt good to be fancy free
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Though I knew it wasn�t quite the fatherly thing to do
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But that kid kept screamin� and throwin� up and pissin� in his pants til I had enough
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So just for revenge I went and named him Sue
It was Gatlinberg in mid July, I was gettin' drunk but gettin' by
Gettin' old and going from bad to worse
When thru the door with an awful scream comes the ugliest queen I�ve ever seen
He says my name is Sue. How do you do? then he hits me with his purse
Now this ain�t the way he tells the tale but he scratched my face with his fingernails
And then he bit my thumb and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe
So I hit him in the nose, and he started to cry and he threw some perfume in my eye
And it sure ain�t easy fightin with a boy named Sue
So I hit him in the head with a caned-back chair and he screamed, �Hey Dad, you mussed my hair!�
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint
He was spittin' blood. I was spittin teeth and we crashed through the wall and out into the street
A-kickin and gougin' in the mud and the blood and the cr�me de menthe
Then out of his garter he pulls a gun, I�m about to get shot by my very own son
He�s screamin' about Sigmond Freud and lookin' grim
So I thought fast and I told him some stuff how I named him Sue just to make him tough
And I guess he bought it, cuz now I�m livin' with him
Yeah, he cooks and sews and cleans up the place, he cuts my hair and shaves my face
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do
And on the nights that I can�t score, well, I can�t tell you anymore
Sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue
Yeah, a son is fun, but it�s a joy to have a boy named Sue
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