I've Got No Use For The Women lyrics

I've got no use for the women

A true one may seldom be found

They'll 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

Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler

On account of a girl named Lou

They fell in with evil companions

The kind that are better off dead

When a gambler insulted her picture

He filled him full of lead

Off in the long night they trailed him

Through mesquite and thick chapparal

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 a Ranger's gun

Death's sharp sting did not trouble

His chances for life were too slim

Where they were putting his body

Was all that worried him

He lifted his head on his elbow

The blood from his wound flowed red

He gazed at his friends gathered round him

He looked up at them and he said

Bury me out on the prairie

Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave

Bury me out on the prairie

But from them, my bones please save

Wrap me up in a blanket

Bury me deep in the ground

Cover me over with boulders

Of granite, big and round

We 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 the pile of stones

Recalls some similar woman

And thinks of his moulderin' bones