I've Got No Use for Women lyrics

I've got no use for women

A true one may never be found

They'll stick by a man for his money

When it's gone, they'll turn him down

They're all alike at the bottom

Selfish and grasping for all

They'll stick by a man when he's winning

And laugh in his face when he falls

My pal was a straight, young cowpuncher

Honest and upright and square

But he turned to a gambler and gunman

And a woman sent him there

They fell in with evil companions

The kind that are better off dead

When a gambler insulted her picture

He filled him full of lead

All night long they trailed him

Through mesquite and chapparal

And I couldn't but think of that woman

As I saw him pitch and fall

If she'd been the pal that she should've

He might have been raising a son

Instead of out there on the prairie

To fall by a Ranger's gun

Death's slow sting did not trouble

His chances for life were too slim

But where they were puttin' his body

Was all that worried him

He lifted his head on his elbow

The blood from his wound flowed red

He looked at his pals grouped around him

And whispered to them and said:

"Oh, bury me out on the prairie

Where the coyotes may howl o'er my grave

Bury me out on the prairie

And some of my bones please save

Wrap me up in my blanket

Cover me deep 'neath the ground

Cover me over with boulders

Of granite, huge and round"

So they buried him out on the prairie

And the coyotes still howl o'er his grave

But his soul is now a-resting

From the unkind cut she gave

And many similar cowpunchers

As he rides by that pile of stone

Recall some similar woman

And thinks of his molderin' bones

• Artist:Burl Ives
• Album:Troubadour (Recordings 1941-1950)