I've Got No Use For The Women Paroles

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
´Til he turned to a gunshooting gambler
On account of a girl named Lou,
They fell in with evil companions
The kind that 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 chaparal
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 raising a son
Instead of out there on the prairie
To die by a ranger´s gun.
Death´s sharp sting did not trouble 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 with boulders
Of granite big and round.?
We buried him out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can howl o´er his grave
His soul is now a-resting
From the unkind cut she gave.
And many another young puncher
As he rides past the pile of stones
Recalls some similar woman
And thinks of his moldering bones!