《I’ve Got No Use for the Women》歌词

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

[00:00:05] I've got no use for the women

[00:00:12] A true one may seldom be found

[00:00:16] They'll use a man for his money

[00:00:20] When it's gone they'll turn him down

[00:00:24] They're all alike at the bottom

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

[00:00:32] 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

[00:00:44] Honest and upright and true

[00:00:48] Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler

[00:00:52] On account of a girl named Lou

[00:00:56] They fell in with evil companions

[00:01:00] The kind that are better off dead

[00:01:04] When a gambler insulted her picture

[00:01:08] He filled him full of lead

[00:01:12] Off in the long night they trailed him

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

[00:01:20] I couldn't help think of that woman

[00:01:24] As I saw him pitch and fall

[00:01:28] 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

[00:01:44] Death's sharp sting did not trouble

[00:01:47] His chances for life were too slim

[00:01:51] Where they were putting his body

[00:01:55] Was all that worried him

[00:01:59] He lifted his head on his elbow

[00:02:03] The blood from his wound flowed red

[00:02:07] He gazed at his friends gathered round him

[00:02:11] He looked up at them and he said

[00:02:15] Bury me out on the prairie

[00:02:19] Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave

[00:02:23] Bury me out on the prairie

[00:02:27] But from them my bones please save

[00:02:31] Wrap me up in a blanket

[00:02:35] Bury me deep in the ground

[00:02:39] Cover me over with boulders

[00:02:43] Of granite big and brown

[00:02:47] We buried him out on the prairie

[00:02:50] Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave

[00:02:54] His soul is now a-resting

[00:02:58] Fron the unkind cut she gave

[00:03:02] And many another young puncher

[00:03:06] As he rides past the pile of stones

[00:03:10] Recalls some similar woman

[00:03:14] And thinks of his moulderin' bones