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     I Got No Use For The Women
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        I've got no use for the women
    A true one may seldom 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
    Selfish and grasping for all
    They'll stay by a man when he's winning
    And laugh in his face when he falls
    My pal was an honest young puncher
    Honest and upright and true
    Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler
    On account of a girl named Lou
    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
    Off in the long night they trailed him
    Through misquete and thick chapperal
    I couldn't help think of that woman
    As I saw him pitch and fall
    If she'd been the pal that she should have
    He might have been rasing a son
    Instead of out there on the prairie
    To die by a Ranger's gun
    Death's sharp sting did not trouble
    His chances for life were too slim
    Where they were putting his body
    Was all that worried him
    He lifted his head on his elbow
    The blood from his wound flowed red
    He gazed at his friends gathered round him
    He looked up at them and he said
    Bury me out on the prairie
    Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave
    Bury me out on the prairie
    But from them, my bones please save
    Wrap me up in a blanket
    Bury me deep in the ground
    Cover me over with boulders
    Of granite, big and brown
    We buried him out on the prairie
    Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave
    His soul is now a-resting
    Fron the unkind cut she gave
    And many another young puncher
    As he rides past the pile of stones
    Recalls some similar woman
    And thinks of his moulderin' bones
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