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I've Got No Use For The Women Recorded by Marty Robbins
C F C F C I've got no use for the women a true one may seldom be found F C G7 They'll use a man for his money when it's gone they'll turn him down C F C F C They're all alike at the bottom selfish and grasping for all F C G7 C They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
F C F C My pal was an honest young puncher honest and upright and true F C G7 Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler on account of a girl named Lou C F C F C They fell in with evil companions the kind that are better off dead F C G7 C When a gambler insulted her picture he filled him full of lead
F C F C All through the long night they trailed him through mesquite and thick chaparral F C G7 I couldn't help think of that woman as I saw him pitch and fall C F C F C If she'd been the pal that she should have he might have been raising a son F C G7 C Instead of out there on the prairie to die by a ranger's gun
F C F C Death's sharp sting did not trouble his chances for life were too slim F C G7 Where they were putting his body was all that worried him C F C F C He lifted his head on his elbow the blood from his wound flowed red F C G7 C He gazed at his friends gathered round him he looked up at them and he said
F C F C Bury me out on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave F C G7 Bury me out on the prairie but from them my bones please save C F C F C Wrap me up in a blanket bury me deep in the ground F C G7 C Cover me over with boulders of granite big and round
F C F C We buried him out on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave F C G7 His soul is now a resting from the unkind cut she gave C F C F C And many another young puncher as he rides past the pile of stones F C G7 C Recalls some similar woman and think of his moldering bones
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