《I’ve Got No Use For The Women》歌词

[00:00:00] I've Got No Use For The Women - Marty Robbins

[00:00:00] Written by：trad.,Trad.

[00:00:07] I've got no use for the women

[00:00:11] A true one may seldom be found

[00:00:15] They'll use a man for his money

[00:00:19] When it's gone they'll turn him down

[00:00:23] They're all alike at the bottom

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

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

[00:00:35] And laugh in his face when he falls

[00:00:39] My pal was an honest young puncher

[00:00:43] Honest and upright and true

[00:00:47] Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler

[00:00:51] On account of a girl named Lou

[00:00:55] They fell in with evil companions

[00:00:59] The kind that are better off dead

[00:01:03] When a gambler insulted her picture

[00:01:07] He filled him full of lead

[00:01:11] Off in the long night they trailed him

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

[00:01:19] I couldn't help think of that woman

[00:01:23] As I saw him pitch and fall

[00:01:26] If she'd been the pal that she should have

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

[00:01:35] Instead of out there on the prairie

[00:01:39] To die by a Ranger's gun

[00:01:43] Death's sharp sting did not trouble

[00:01:46] His chances for life were too slim

[00:01:50] Where they were putting his body

[00:01:54] Was all that worried him

[00:01:58] He lifted his head on his elbow

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

[00:02:06] He gazed at his friends gathered round him

[00:02:10] He looked up at them and he said

[00:02:14] Bury me out on the prairie

[00:02:17] Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave

[00:02:22] Bury me out on the prairie

[00:02:25] But from them my bones please save

[00:02:30] Wrap me up in a blanket

[00:02:34] Bury me deep in the ground

[00:02:38] Cover me over with boulders

[00:02:41] Of granite big and brown

[00:02:45] We buried him out on the prairie

[00:02:49] Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave

[00:02:53] His soul is now a-resting

[00:02:57] Fron the unkind cut she gave

[00:03:01] And many another young puncher

[00:03:05] As he rides past the pile of stones

[00:03:09] Recalls some similar woman

[00:03:13] And thinks of his moulderin' bones