I've Got No Use for the Women-Marty Robbins

[ti:I've Got No Use for the Women] [ar:Marty Robbins] [al:Marty Robbins - Shackles and Chains] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]I've Got No Use for the Women - Marty Robbins [00:08.19]I've got no use for the women [00:10.61] [00:12.18]A true one may seldom be found [00:14.54] [00:16.18]They'll use a man for his money [00:18.61] [00:20.06]When it's gone they'll turn him down [00:22.43] [00:24.07]They're all alike at the bottom [00:26.59] [00:28.36]Selfish and grasping for all [00:30.52] [00:32.16]They'll stay by a man when he's winning [00:34.82] [00:36.07]And laugh in his face when he falls [00:38.66] [00:39.98]My pal was an honest young puncher [00:42.54] [00:44.23]Honest and upright and true [00:46.40] [00:48.14]Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler [00:50.27] [00:51.99]On account of a girl named Lou [00:54.55] [00:55.90]They fell in with evil companions [00:58.13] [00:59.97]The kind that are better off dead [01:02.25] [01:03.95]When a gambler insulted her picture [01:06.22] [01:07.76]He filled him full of lead [01:09.96] [01:12.00]Off in the long night they trailed him [01:15.02] [01:15.57]Through misquete and thick chapperal [01:18.09] [01:19.60]I couldn't help think of that woman [01:22.13] [01:23.49]As I saw him pitch and fall [01:25.74] [01:27.48]If she'd been the pal that she should have [01:30.07] [01:31.36]He might have been rasing a son [01:33.68] [01:35.35]Instead of out there on the prairie [01:37.93] [01:39.33]To die by a Ranger's gun [01:41.44] [01:43.58]Death's sharp sting did not trouble [01:45.94] [01:47.00]His chances for life were too slim [01:49.57] [01:51.20]Where they were putting his body [01:53.44] [01:54.92]Was all that worried him [01:57.15] [01:58.95]He lifted his head on his elbow [02:01.34] [02:02.76]The blood from his wound flowed red [02:05.11] [02:06.62]He gazed at his friends gathered round him [02:09.31] [02:10.42]He looked up at them and he said [02:12.91] [02:14.75]Bury me out on the prairie [02:17.04] [02:18.31]Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave [02:21.17] [02:22.63]Bury me out on the prairie [02:24.76] [02:26.17]But from them my bones please save [02:28.57] [02:30.41]Wrap me up in a blanket [02:32.69] [02:34.31]Bury me deep in the ground [02:36.51] [02:38.20]Cover me over with boulders [02:40.51] [02:41.93]Of granite big and brown [02:44.27] [02:45.82]We buried him out on the prairie [02:48.33] [02:49.52]Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave [02:52.33] [02:53.67]His soul is now a-resting [02:55.73] [02:57.75]From the unkind cut she gave [02:59.81] [03:01.43]And many another young puncher [03:04.01] [03:05.12]As he rides past the pile of stones [03:07.76] [03:09.43]Recalls some similar woman [03:11.49] [03:13.32]And thinks of his moulderin' bones