《I’ve Got No Use for the Women》歌词

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I've Got No Use for the Women - Marty Robbins[00:00:00]

Written by：M. Wiseman[00:00:04]

I've got no use for the women a true one may seldom be found[00:00:08]

They'll use a man for his money when its gone they'll turn him down[00:00:16]

They're all alike at the bottom selfish and grasping for all[00:00:23]

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

And laugh in his face when he falls[00:00:36]

My pal was an honest young puncher honest and upright and true[00:00:40]

Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler on account of a girl named Lou[00:00:47]

They fell in with evil companions the kind they are better off dead[00:00:55]

When a gambler insulted her picture he filled him full of lead[00:01:03]

All through the long night they trailed him[00:01:11]

Through mesquite and thick chaparral[00:01:15]

I couldn't help think of that woman as I saw him pitch and fall[00:01:19]

If she'd been the pal that she should have[00:01:27]

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

Instead of out there in the prairie to die by a ranger's gun[00:01:35]

Death's sharp sting did not trouble his chances for life were too slim[00:01:43]

Where they were putting his body was all that worried him[00:01:51]

He lifted his head on his elbow the blood from his wound flowed red[00:01:58]

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 where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave[00:02:14]

Bury me out on the prairie but from them my bones please save[00:02:22]

Wrap me up in a blanket bury me deep in the ground[00:02:30]

Cover me over the boulders of granite big and round[00:02:38]

We buried him on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave[00:02:45]

His soul is now arresting from the unkind cut she gave[00:02:53]

And many another young puncher as he rides past the pile of stones[00:03:01]

Recalls some similar woman and think of his moldering bones[00:03:09]

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