Chords for The Folk Song of the Week - A Boy Named Sue

Hello, settlers.
_ _ Pete [D] Glaze here, and I'm here with the second installment of my Folk Song of the Week.
_ And this one's kind of special for those of you who _ don't sing.
I know a lot of you think you don't sing, and a lot of you probably can [G] sing, but you don't feel comfortable doing it.
_ But in any event, this is a song that doesn't require you to sing.
There's a minor tradition _ in country blues and country music where you've got [N] a spoken poem, more or less, spoken in rhythm to the music.
_ And it's not quite rap, _ _ but I guess you could look at it as a precursor to rap, I suppose, if you really want to push it.
But _ the one I'm going to do today here for you, and I'd like you to do with me, is a song called A Boy Named Sue.
_ Now the _ chords for this are very basic.
We're in the key of G, and [G] we've got a G, _ [C] we've got C, _ and you [B] can use any of the Ds that you're comfortable with.
[A] Whether it's a D7, whether [D] it's a Fat D, _ or whether it's just a Power D, _ any of those will work.
_ [G] _ _ [Ab] _ And _ the first time through here I'm going to try to keep it fairly simple, and then I may add a few more little hammer-ons and little _ embellishments here along the way.
But to start off [D] with, we're just going to [B] _ [G] go_ _ _
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Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much for Mom and me, just his old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
_ Now I don't blame him for the run and hid, but the meanest [C] thing that he ever [G] did before he left, he went and named me Sue.
_ Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke, and he got a lot of laughs from a lot of folks, but 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, and I'd tell you life ain't easy for a boy named Sue. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, my fists got hard and my wits got keen, and I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
_ But I made a vow to the moon and stars, and I'd search for haughty chunks and bars, [Bm] and kill that man who gave me [G] that awful name. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ When Gatlinburg in mid-July, and I just hit town and my throat was dry, and I thought I'd stop in and have myself a brew.
_ At an old saloon on the street of mud, there at the table, dealing stud with [D] that dirty and mangy dog who'd named me Sue. _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from the one-eyed picture that my mother 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 [Em] and my blood run [G] cold and I said,
My name is Sue.
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How do you do?
_ You're gonna die. _ _
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_ _ _ _ Well, I hit him hard right between the [Em] eyes and he went down, but to my surprise he came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
_ I busted a chair right across his teeth and we crashed through the wall and into the street, kicking [D] and gouging in the mud and the [G] blood and the beer.
_ Well, I tell you, I fought tougher [Em] men, but I really can't remember [G] when.
He kicked like a meemle and he bit like a [E] crocodile.
_ _ And I heard [G] him laugh and I heard him cuss and he went for his gun and I [G] pulled my gun up and he stood there looking [D] at me and I [G] saw him smile. _ _ _ _
_ He said, Son, this world is tough and [Em] if a man's gonna make it, he's gonna be tough and I know this is what we need there to help you along.
_ And I gave you that name and I said goodbye and I knew you'd have to get tough or die and it's the name that helped you make it.
You strong.
_ _ _ _ _ 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 [D] if you didn't.
_ But you ought to thank me before [Bm] I die for the grime on your guts and the spit in your eyes and I'm the son [D] of a bitch that [G] named you Sue. _ _ _
_ _ I got all choked up when I threw down my gun and he called me a pa and I called me his son and [D] I came away with a different point of view.
_ But [G] I think about him every now and then, every time I try, every time I win and if I ever have a son, I think I'll name him _ _ Bill or George or anything but Sue. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Anyway, so that's Boy Named Sue and as you know, the whole thing is just straight G, C, D _ in rhythm and you try to talk the story through and you don't have to sing.
You don't have to sing at all.
If you want to, you can make up some melody to go with it and you can sing that but you don't have to.
[Gb] And there are _ [B] other songs _ [Eb] in that same vein.
If you remember, there's an old song called Uneasy [E] Rider by Charlie Daniels.
It's pretty much the same thing.
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_ I was taking a trip out to LA, tooting along my Chevrolet, toking a little and digging on the radio. _
_ Just as I crossed the Mississippi line, I heard that highway start to whine and I knew that [D] blackberry pie was [G] about to go.
[Am] See, same thing.
[Ab] You can look up the lyrics to that one and you got two of them.
Two songs you [D] don't even have to sing.
_ And there are others as well.
But in any event, that _ is the folk song for the day.
I'm going to take the lyrics for this and I'll post them [E] in the group _ and [D] you guys can have fun with that, hopefully.
I'll try to do these on Thursday or Friday so you can have the weekend to, for those of you who have weekends off, you can have the weekend to play around with them.
_ _ _ In the meantime, have fun with that