lunes, abril 06, 2009

Un niño llamado Sue



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 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,
Roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made me 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 you gonna die!!"
Yeah that's what I told him

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 know I wouldn't be there to help you 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 the eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

What could I do? What could I do?
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!

A boy named Sue
Johnny Cash
"Live at San Quentin"
1969
(la estrofa en cursiva no aparece en el vídeo de la cárcel, pero sí aquí, en la versión en disco, que incluye un pitido en el "son of a bitch" de la penúltima estrofa):

7 comentarios:

Moutinho Mores dijo...

Bem, un grande avançe, il miedo porigoso i el aulor a mortandalina arreran se suo mui.
Este tema me insufla.
Il video rememebra a grande momemto, sua duda tudo lo poisisao.
A grande cantante democratico, induda melodioso, e un mousinho canto hermafrodita, sua duda.

Molibdeno Molar dijo...

Me alegro mucho de que te guste, Moutinho, y de que el miedo porigoso se vaya alejando de ti.

Es una historia muy bonita y muy bien contada.

Con algunos versos realmente excepcionales (como ese tremendo, que no puede ser más expresivo, de "Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer") y una forma de interpretarlos magistral (¡qué bien lo dice, válgame el cielo!).

Era éste un señor que sabía hacer muy bien las cosas.

Martin David Robinson dijo...

Johnny Cash¡¡¡ Oh¡¡¡

Do you know that Cash felt great compassion for prisoners?

He began performing concerts at various prisons starting in the late 1960s.[8] These performances led to a pair of highly successful live albums, Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison (1968) and Johnny Cash at San Quentin (1969).

The Folsom Prison record was introduced by a rendition of his classic "Folsom Prison Blues", while the San Quentin record included the crossover hit single "A Boy Named Sue", a Shel Silverstein-penned novelty song that reached No. 1 on the country charts and No. 2 on the U.S. Top Ten pop charts. The AM versions of the latter contained a couple of profanities which were edited out. The modern CD versions are unedited and uncensored and thus also longer than the original vinyl albums, though they still retain the audience reaction overdubs of the originals.

In addition to his performances at U.S. prisons, Cash also performed at the Österåker Prison in Sweden in 1972. The live album På Österåker ("At Österåker") was released in 1973. Between the songs, Cash can be heard speaking Swedish, which was greatly appreciated by the inmates.

Oh¡¡¡ Unbelievable¡¡¡

Molibdeno Molar dijo...

Sí, Martin David Robinson, así es. Gracias por tu comentario.
Y la canción que en San Quintín se llamó San Quentin, en Österåker tuvo por nombre Österåker.

Todo encaja. Todo encash.

Moutinho Mores dijo...

Bem, puis pensamento del nombre de ostraker il mismo nombre de sue, tonçes sue es ostraker?
E a mouso democratico esto, e grande hermafrodita eise sue-ostraker, penso.
Si insuflo verdadero?
Mui melodioso e tamene emofluido mua pele rugiquitinosa.
Mouso democratico, mouso.

Molibdeno Molar dijo...

No es el mismo, pero se parece.

Sobre todo en la carita de mono.

Anónimo dijo...

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