Marty Robbins
Marty Robbins - I've Got No Use For The Women lyrics
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I've got no use for the women A true one can seldom be found They use a man for his money When it's gone, they'll turn him down They're all alike at the bottom Selfish and grasping for all They'll stay by a man when he's winning And laugh in his face when he falls My pal was an honest young puncher Honest and upright and true But he turned to a hard-shooting gunman On account of a girl named Lou He fell in with evil companions The kind that are better off dead When a gambler insulted her picture He filled him full of lead All through the long night they trailed him Through mesquite and thick chaparral I couldn't help think of that woman As I saw him pitch and fall If she'd been the pal that she should have He might have been raising a son Instead of out there on the prairie To die by the ranger's gun Death's sharp sting did not trouble His chances for life were too slim But where they were putting his body Was all that worried him He lifted his head on his elbow The blood from his wounds flowed red He gazed at his friends gathered around him He looked up to them and he said: "Bury me out on the prairie Where the coyotes may howl o'er my grave Bury me out on the prairie But from them my bones please save Wrap me up in my blankets Bury me deep in the ground Cover me over with boulders Of granite gray and round." Wee buried him out on the prairie Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave His soul is now a-resting From the unkind cut she gave And many another young puncher As he rides past that pile of stone Recalls some similar woman And thinks of his moldering bones