《I Got No Use for Women》歌词

[00:00:00] I Got No Use for Women - Peter Abrahamsen

[00:00:08] I've got no use for women

[00:00:12] A true one may never be found

[00:00:16] They'll stick to 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

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

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

[00:00:41] My pal was straight young cowpuncher

[00:00:45] Honest and upright and true

[00:00:49] But he turned to a gambler and gunman

[00:00:53] And a woman send him there

[00:00:57] Quicker and sure his gun play

[00:01:00] Till his heart and his body lay dead

[00:01:05] When a vanquish insulted her picture

[00:01:09] He filled him full of lead

[00:01:15] All night the long night they trailed him

[00:01:18] Through misquotes and chapperal

[00:01:22] I couldn't but think of that woman

[00:01:26] As I saw him pitch and fall

[00:01:30] If she'd been the pal that she should have

[00:01:34] He might have been raising a son

[00:01:38] Instead of out there on the prairie

[00:01:42] To fall by a ranger's gun

[00:01:48] Now this slow sting did not trouble

[00:01:51] His chances for life were too slim

[00:01:55] Where they were putting his body

[00:01:59] Was all that worried him

[00:02:03] He lifted his head on his elbow

[00:02:07] The blood from his wound flowed red

[00:02:11] He looked at his pals that surround him

[00:02:15] And whispered to them and he said

[00:02:19] Bury me out on the prairie

[00:02:23] Where the coyotes may howl o'er my grave

[00:02:28] Bury me out on the prairie

[00:02:33] And some of my bones please save

[00:02:40] Wrap me up in a blanket

[00:02:44] Cover me deep neath the ground

[00:02:48] Cover me over with boulders

[00:02:51] Of granite huge and round

[00:02:57] So they buried him out on the prairie

[00:03:01] And the coyotes howl o'er his grave

[00:03:05] His soul is now a resting

[00:03:09] From the unkind cut she gave

[00:03:13] And many similar young puncher

[00:03:16] As he rides past the pile of stones

[00:03:21] Recalls some similar women

[00:03:25] And envy his mouldin' bones