I've Got No Use For The Women Testo

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 its 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 ´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 His chances for life were too slim Where they were putting his body Was all that worried him. He lifted his head on his elbows 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!