your brother's nickname is Sue Sudell?  My brother's nickname is
Goody Goodman, as was my grandfather's, but not my father's, I don't
think.  Funny story--my whole life I knew my grandfather, who died
when I was 4, was Grandpa Goody.  I knew his real name was Herman,
but I never thought about why he was called Goody for like 20 YEARS! 
Until people started calling my brother Goody and then it dawned on
me.  I was totally like So THAT'S why he was Grandpa Goody! People
congratulated me for finally figuring it out.




--- In [email protected], "denisesudell"
<[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>
> --- In [email protected], "James" <ttlsccr@>
> wrote:
> >
> > 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,
> > I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
> > But I made 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."
> >
>
> Because of our last name, when that song became a hit my younger
> brother was immediately nicknamed "Sue."
>
> Come to think of it, he *is* a rather twisted individual.
>






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