《I’ve Got No Use for the Women》歌词

歌曲： I’ve Got No Use for the Women

所属专辑：More Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs (Full Album Plus Bonus Tracks 1960)

歌手： Marty Robbins

时长： 03:22

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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[00:00:05]

A true one may seldom be found[00:00:12]

They'll use a man for his money[00:00:16]

When it's gone they'll turn him down[00:00:20]

They're all alike at the bottom[00:00:24]

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

They'll stay by a man when he's winning[00:00:32]

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

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

Honest and upright and true[00:00:44]

Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler[00:00:48]

On account of a girl named Lou[00:00:52]

They fell in with evil companions[00:00:56]

The kind that are better off dead[00:01:00]

When a gambler insulted her picture[00:01:04]

He filled him full of lead[00:01:08]

Off in the long night they trailed him[00:01:12]

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

I couldn't help think of that woman[00:01:20]

As I saw him pitch and fall[00:01:24]

If she'd been the pal that she should have[00:01:28]

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[00:01:44]

His chances for life were too slim[00:01:47]

Where they were putting his body[00:01:51]

Was all that worried him[00:01:55]

He lifted his head on his elbow[00:01:59]

The blood from his wound flowed red[00:02:03]

He gazed at his friends gathered round him[00:02:07]

He looked up at them and he said[00:02:11]

Bury me out on the prairie[00:02:15]

Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave[00:02:19]

Bury me out on the prairie[00:02:23]

But from them my bones please save[00:02:27]

Wrap me up in a blanket[00:02:31]

Bury me deep in the ground[00:02:35]

Cover me over with boulders[00:02:39]

Of granite big and brown[00:02:43]

We buried him out on the prairie[00:02:47]

Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave[00:02:50]

His soul is now a-resting[00:02:54]

Fron the unkind cut she gave[00:02:58]

And many another young puncher[00:03:02]

As he rides past the pile of stones[00:03:06]

Recalls some similar woman[00:03:10]

And thinks of his moulderin' bones[00:03:14]