Marty Robbins - I've Got No Use For The Women Lyrics
I've got no use for the womenA true one may seldom be foundThey'll use a man for his moneyWhen it's gone they'll turn him downThey're all alike at the bottomSelfish and grasping for allThey'll stay by a man when he's winningAnd laugh in his face when he fallsMy pal was an honest young puncherHonest and upright and trueTill he turned to a gun shooting gamblerOn account of a girl named LouThey fell in with evil companionsThe kind that are better off deadWhen a gambler insulted her pictureHe filled him full of leadOff in the long night they trailed himThrough misquete and thick chapperalI couldn't help think of that womanAs I saw him pitch and fallIf she'd been the pal that she should haveHe might have been rasing a sonInstead of out there on the prairieTo die by a Ranger's gunDeath's sharp sting did not troubleHis chances for life were too slimWhere they were putting his bodyWas all that worried himHe lifted his head on his elbowThe blood from his wound flowed redHe gazed at his friends gathered round himHe looked up at them and he saidBury me out on the prairieWhere the coyotes can howl o'er my graveBury me out on the prairieBut from them, my bones please saveWrap me up in a blanketBury me deep in the groundCover me over with bouldersOf granite, big and brownWe buried him out on the prairieWhere the coyotes can howl o'er his graveHis soul is now a-restingFron the unkind cut she gaveAnd many another young puncherAs he rides past the pile of stonesRecalls some similar womanAnd thinks of his moulderin' bones
