I've got no use for women
A true one may never be found
They'll stick by 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 stick by a man when he's winning
And laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was a straight, young cowpuncher
Honest and upright and square
But he turned to a gambler and gunman
And a woman sent him there
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
All night long they trailed him
Through mesquite and chapparal
And I couldn't but think of that woman
As I saw him pitch and fall
If she'd been the pal that she should've
He might have been raising a son
Instead of out there on the prairie
To fall by a Ranger's gun
Death's slow sting did not trouble
His chances for life were too slim
But where they were puttin' his body
Was all that worried him
He lifted his head on his elbow
The blood from his wound flowed red
He looked at his pals grouped around him
And whispered to them and said:
"Oh, bury me out on the prairie
Where the coyotes may howl o'er my grave
Bury me out on the prairie
And some of my bones please save
Wrap me up in my blanket
Cover me deep 'neath the ground
Cover me over with boulders
Of granite, huge and round"
So they buried him out on the prairie
And the coyotes still howl o'er his grave
But his soul is now a-resting
From the unkind cut she gave
And many similar cowpunchers
As he rides by that pile of stone
Recall some similar woman
And thinks of his molderin' bones