I've Got No Use For The Women-Marty Robbins

[ti:I've Got No Use for the Women] [ar:Marty Robbins] [al:Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs Vols. 1 & 2 (Bonus Track Version)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]I've Got No Use For The Women - Marty Robbins [00:07.99]I've got no use for the women [00:10.64] [00:11.57]A true one may seldom be found [00:14.47] [00:15.84]They'll use a man for his money [00:18.74] [00:19.75]When it's gone they'll turn him down [00:22.90] [00:23.70]They're all alike at the bottom [00:26.79] [00:28.10]Selfish and grasping for all [00:30.95] [00:31.76]They'll stay by a man when he's winning [00:34.79] [00:35.76]And laugh in his face when he falls [00:38.76] [00:39.73]My pal was an honest young puncher [00:43.04] [00:43.98]Honest and upright and true [00:46.72] [00:47.64]Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler [00:51.80]On account of a girl named Lou [00:55.11] [00:55.69]They fell in with evil companions [00:58.72] [00:59.52]The kind that are better off dead [01:03.52]When a gambler insulted her picture [01:07.47]He filled him full of lead [01:10.71] [01:11.69]Off in the long night they trailed him [01:15.09]Through misquete and thick chapperal [01:19.26]I couldn't help think of that woman [01:22.11] [01:23.22]As I saw him pitch and fall [01:26.22] [01:26.98]If she'd been the pal that she should have [01:30.03] [01:31.11]He might have been rasing a son [01:34.01] [01:35.08]Instead of out there on the prairie [01:38.41] [01:39.13]To die by a Ranger's gun [01:41.85] [01:43.21]Death's sharp sting did not trouble [01:45.79] [01:46.66]His chances for life were too slim [01:50.22] [01:50.96]Where they were putting his body [01:53.85] [01:54.71]Was all that worried him [01:57.33] [01:58.50]He lifted his head on his elbow [02:02.40]The blood from his wound flowed red [02:05.70] [02:06.35]He gazed at his friends gathered round him [02:09.38] [02:10.45]He looked up at them and he said [02:12.91] [02:14.41]Bury me out on the prairie [02:17.09] [02:17.91]Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave [02:20.92] [02:22.39]Bury me out on the prairie [02:24.94] [02:25.95]But from them my bones please save [02:28.96] [02:30.41]Wrap me up in a blanket [02:32.81] [02:34.31]Bury me deep in the ground [02:37.45] [02:38.28]Cover me over with boulders [02:41.10] [02:41.87]Of granite big and brown [02:44.69] [02:45.75]We buried him out on the prairie [02:48.72] [02:49.42]Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave [02:52.59] [02:53.45]His soul is now a-resting [02:56.76] [02:57.53]Fron the unkind cut she gave [02:59.84] [03:01.32]And many another young puncher [03:05.03]As he rides past the pile of stones [03:09.34]Recalls some similar woman [03:12.15] [03:13.15]And thinks of his moulderin' bones