《I’ve Got No Use for the Women》歌词

[00:00:00] I've Got No Use for the Women - Marty Robbins

[00:00:04] Written by：M. Wiseman

[00:00:08] I've got no use for the women a true one may seldom be found

[00:00:16] They'll use a man for his money when its gone they'll turn him down

[00:00:23] They're all alike at the bottom selfish and grasping for all

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

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

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

[00:00:47] Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler on account of a girl named Lou

[00:00:55] They fell in with evil companions the kind they are better off dead

[00:01:03] When a gambler insulted her picture he filled him full of lead

[00:01:11] All through the long night they trailed him

[00:01:15] Through mesquite and thick chaparral

[00:01:19] I couldn't help think of that woman as I saw him pitch and fall

[00:01:27] If she'd been the pal that she should have

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

[00:01:35] Instead of out there in the prairie to die by a ranger's gun

[00:01:43] Death's sharp sting did not trouble his chances for life were too slim

[00:01:51] Where they were putting his body was all that worried him

[00:01:58] He lifted his head on his elbow 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 where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave

[00:02:22] Bury me out on the prairie but from them my bones please save

[00:02:30] Wrap me up in a blanket bury me deep in the ground

[00:02:38] Cover me over the boulders of granite big and round

[00:02:45] We buried him on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave

[00:02:53] His soul is now arresting from the unkind cut she gave

[00:03:01] And many another young puncher as he rides past the pile of stones

[00:03:09] Recalls some similar woman and think of his moldering bones