I Got No Use For The Women

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Recorded by Norman Luboff Choir



I've got no use for the women
A true one can never be found
They'll use a man for his money
When it's gone they'll turn him down
They're all alike at the bottom
They're selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay with a man when he's winning
And laugh in his face at his fall

Our pal was an honest cow- puncher
He was honest and upright and true
But he turned to a heart-shooting gunman
On account of a girl named Lou
He fell in with evil companions
The kind that is better off dead
When a gambler insulted her picture
He filled him all full of lead

Then all through the long night they trailed him
Through mesquite and along chaparral
And I couldn't help think of that woman
As I saw him pitch and fall
He raised himself up on his elbow
The blood from his wounds flowed red
He gazed at his pals all around him
And these are the words that he said

Oh bury me out on the prairie
Where the coyotes can howl over my grave
And there his soul is now a resting
From the unkind cut she gave
Now many another cowpuncher
As he rides past the pile of stones
Recalls some similar woman
And thinks of his old moldering bones