I've 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 its 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 gunshooting gambler on account of a girl named Lou 

They fell in with evil companions the kind they are better off dead 

When a gambler insulted her picture he filled him full of lead 

All through the long night they trailed him through mesquite and thick chaparral 

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 rising a son 

Instead of out there in 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 the boulders of granite big and round 

We buried him on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave 

His soul is now aresting from the unkind cut she gave 

And many another young puncher as he rides past the pile of stones 

Recalls some similar woman and think of his moldering bones