I’ve Got No Use for the Women

I've got no use for the women a
True one may seldom be found
They'll use a man for his money when
It's 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