My daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Grim and me,
just his old sword and an empty bottle of brew.

Now I don't blame him because he ran and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did,
was before he left, he named Grim, Sue.

Well he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got a lot of laughs from a lot of folk,
Grimly had to fight his whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and he'd get red,
Some guy would laugh and Grim would bust his head,
I tell you life aint easy for a guy named Sue.

Well we grew up quick and we grew up mean,
His fists got hard and his wits got keen,
but roamed from town to town to hide his shame.

But he made me a vow to the moon and stars,
we'd search all the taverns and all the bars,
and kill the man that gave him that awful name.

Well it was near the Morgan, Midsummer was nigh,
and we'd just hit town and our throats were dry,
I'd thought id stop and have myself a brew.

The old Crystal Leaf in a street of mud,
there at the table, smoking some stud,
sat the dirty mangy dog that named him sue.

Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
From the smelly, raggy-look he had,
I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big, and bent, and grey and old,
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
And Grim said, "My name is Sue, how do you do?"

"Now you gonna die!" Thats is what he told him.

Well Grim hit him hard right between his eyes,
and he went down but to my surprise,
got up with a knife and cut a piece off Grim's ear.

but I busted a chair right across his teeth,
and we all crashed through the wall and into the street,
kicking, and a gouging, in the mud, the blood and the beer.

I tell you I have not fought tougher men,
but I cant really remember when,
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
Grim eventually pinned him down with a fuss,
He lay there looking at Grim 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 would not be there to help you along.

So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you had to get tough or die,
and it's that 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 you ought to thank me before I die,
for the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
coz I am the bastard that named you sue!"

What could he do?
What could he do
He named him Sue???

Grimly cut him down with pa's old blade,
we made a vow, and a mistake we made,
but we came away with a different point of view.

And I think about him Now and then,
every time I drink, each spar I win,
and if I ever have a son I will name him...Sue

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Chakros, in the year 147 MA.