I Got No Use For The Women Lyrics - Marty Robbins

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 misquete and thick chapperal 

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 rasing 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 brown 

We buried him out on the prairie 

Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave 

His soul is now a-resting 

Fron 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