'A Dick Named Don'

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Submitted: May 09, 2017

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Johnny Cash--'A Boy Named 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
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 'em

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 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"

Yeah 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"
Yeah what could I do, what could I do

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him my Pa, and he called me his son
And I come 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! Yeah





NOT Johnny Cash--'A Dick Named Don'


Well, Donny left home when he was three
he hasn't changed much, he's the dick we see
He told himself 'you're a loser if you lose'
That he was crude, wasn't carefully hid
and if you crossed him, he really flipped his lid
his motto was 'screw them, before they screw you'


Well, he was a con and viewed as a joke
except by some very misguided folk
But he'd be president, before he was through
Some dude would slander, and he'd get mad
had a very short fuse, and had it bad
I tell ya--at the drop of a hat he'd sue


Well, he never grew up, but he sure got mean
was about the biggest prick that we've ever seen
And one day he added President to his name
and turned into the bull in the china shop
wouldn't listen to anyone who told him to stop
Told his supporters there was someone else to blame


Well, in the U. S. it was only mid May,
but the damaged he'd caused was on display
He claims he never touches the demon brew.
So what's to explain that he is undoubtedly unstable?
He believes some out-there fables
You never know what shit he'll do


But he doesn't hear any dissenting voices
never thinks about or questions his choices
He gives all disagreers the evil eye,
When I think of our future, my blood runs cold
I'll never be one to just buy everything I'm told
He says 'my name is the Donald, I've spun some whopper lies!'

Well, there's absolutely nothing behind those eyes
only anger--no comprehension, no wise
With a stroke of his pen, spreads panic and fear
No reassurance, no reasons to hope
just anger, and 'nope, nope, nope!'
We're so screwed, shit-o-dear!


I tell you never seen so stupid of a man,
I don't think we'll ever be the same again
He hangs onto power like a deranged crocodile
When I hear his voice, well, I start to cuss,
throws common sense under the bus
To recover from his bullshit will take a good long while


So I see him there on the T. V. screen
spouting his delusions to you and me
All sense of normal is long, long gone
so many people believe his lies
inexplicable, the reasons why
"The used-car president," running his con


Now I'm hearing "You put up a hell of a fight,
now just fade quietly into that good night"
Like hell I will, our future's at stake
In one direction lies more chaos,
blame, panic, and so much loss
in the other lies salvation from the choices he'll make.


Yeah, I get choked up and I'm not alone
we're being fed b. s. and getting the bone
from a con man, and there's nothing we can do
When I think about the days just past,
and how they disappeared so damn fast,
I think we just got the world's fastest screw
Yeah, Donny, Donald Don-Boy, what the hell?



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