《I’ve Got No Use For The Women》歌词

歌曲： I’ve Got No Use For The Women

所属专辑：Best of Country Music Vol. 3

歌手： Marty Robbins

时长： 03:23

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I've Got No Use For The Women - Marty Robbins[00:00:00]

I've got no use for the women[00:00:07]

A true one may seldom be found[00:00:11]

They'll use a man for his money[00:00:15]

When it's gone they'll turn him down[00:00:19]

They're all alike at the bottom[00:00:23]

Selfish and grasping for all[00:00:28]

They'll stay by a man when he's winning[00:00:31]

And laugh in his face when he falls[00:00:35]

My pal was an honest young puncher[00:00:39]

Honest and upright and true[00:00:43]

Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler[00:00:47]

On account of a girl named Lou[00:00:51]

They fell in with evil companions[00:00:55]

The kind that are better off dead[00:00:59]

When a gambler insulted her picture[00:01:03]

He filled him full of lead[00:01:07]

Off in the long night they trailed him[00:01:11]

Through misquete and thick chapperal[00:01:15]

I couldn't help think of that woman[00:01:19]

As I saw him pitch and fall[00:01:23]

If she'd been the pal that she should have[00:01:26]

He might have been rasing a son[00:01:31]

Instead of out there on the prairie[00:01:35]

To die by a Ranger's gun[00:01:39]

Death's sharp sting did not trouble[00:01:43]

His chances for life were too slim[00:01:46]

Where they were putting his body[00:01:50]

Was all that worried him[00:01:54]

He lifted his head on his elbow[00:01:58]

The blood from his wound flowed red[00:02:02]

He gazed at his friends gathered round him[00:02:06]

He looked up at them and he said[00:02:10]

Bury me out on the prairie[00:02:14]

Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave[00:02:17]

Bury me out on the prairie[00:02:22]

But from them my bones please save[00:02:25]

Wrap me up in a blanket[00:02:30]

Bury me deep in the ground[00:02:34]

Cover me over with boulders[00:02:38]

Of granite big and brown[00:02:41]

We buried him out on the prairie[00:02:45]

Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave[00:02:49]

His soul is now a-resting[00:02:53]

Fron the unkind cut she gave[00:02:57]

And many another young puncher[00:03:01]

As he rides past the pile of stones[00:03:05]

Recalls some similar woman[00:03:09]

And thinks of his moulderin' bones[00:03:13]