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 whits got keen
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars...
-Johnny Cash.
My take on it: History is in everything.
This reading intertwines with Dundes.
No matter how far about some people want to pull them apart.
There is history to everything. Even a song.
[For the ones that write it and the ones that say it and the ones that hear it.]
