I've Got No Use For The Women-Marty Robbins
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[00:00.00]I've Got No Use For The Women - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)
[00:07.99]I've got no use for the women
[00:11.57]A true one may seldom be found
[00:15.84]They'll use a man for his money
[00:19.75]When it's gone they'll turn him down
[00:23.70]They're all alike at the bottom
[00:28.10]Selfish and grasping for all
[00:31.76]They'll stay by a man when he's winning
[00:35.76]And laugh in his face when he falls
[00:39.73]My pal was an honest young puncher
[00:43.98]Honest and upright and true
[00:47.64]Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler
[00:51.80]On account of a girl named Lou
[00:55.69]They fell in with evil companions
[00:59.52]The kind that are better off dead
[01:03.52]When a gambler insulted her picture
[01:07.47]He filled him full of lead
[01:11.69]Off in the long night they trailed him
[01:15.09]Through misquete and thick chapperal
[01:19.26]I couldn't help think of that woman
[01:23.22]As I saw him pitch and fall
[01:26.98]If she'd been the pal that she should have
[01:31.11]He might have been rasing a son
[01:35.08]Instead of out there on the prairie
[01:39.13]To die by a Ranger's gun
[01:43.21]Death's sharp sting did not trouble
[01:46.66]His chances for life were too slim
[01:50.96]Where they were putting his body
[01:54.71]Was all that worried him
[01:58.50]He lifted his head on his elbow
[02:02.40]The blood from his wound flowed red
[02:06.35]He gazed at his friends gathered round him
[02:10.45]He looked up at them and he said
[02:14.41]Bury me out on the prairie
[02:17.91]Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave
[02:22.39]Bury me out on the prairie
[02:25.95]But from them my bones please save
[02:30.41]Wrap me up in a blanket
[02:34.31]Bury me deep in the ground
[02:38.28]Cover me over with boulders
[02:41.87]Of granite big and brown
[02:45.75]We buried him out on the prairie
[02:49.42]Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave
[02:53.45]His soul is now a-resting
[02:57.53]Fron the unkind cut she gave
[03:01.32]And many another young puncher
[03:05.03]As he rides past the pile of stones
[03:09.34]Recalls some similar woman
[03:13.15]And thinks of his moulderin' bones
[ar:Marty Robbins]
[al:Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs Vols. 1 & 2 (Bonus Track Version)]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]I've Got No Use For The Women - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)
[00:07.99]I've got no use for the women
[00:11.57]A true one may seldom be found
[00:15.84]They'll use a man for his money
[00:19.75]When it's gone they'll turn him down
[00:23.70]They're all alike at the bottom
[00:28.10]Selfish and grasping for all
[00:31.76]They'll stay by a man when he's winning
[00:35.76]And laugh in his face when he falls
[00:39.73]My pal was an honest young puncher
[00:43.98]Honest and upright and true
[00:47.64]Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler
[00:51.80]On account of a girl named Lou
[00:55.69]They fell in with evil companions
[00:59.52]The kind that are better off dead
[01:03.52]When a gambler insulted her picture
[01:07.47]He filled him full of lead
[01:11.69]Off in the long night they trailed him
[01:15.09]Through misquete and thick chapperal
[01:19.26]I couldn't help think of that woman
[01:23.22]As I saw him pitch and fall
[01:26.98]If she'd been the pal that she should have
[01:31.11]He might have been rasing a son
[01:35.08]Instead of out there on the prairie
[01:39.13]To die by a Ranger's gun
[01:43.21]Death's sharp sting did not trouble
[01:46.66]His chances for life were too slim
[01:50.96]Where they were putting his body
[01:54.71]Was all that worried him
[01:58.50]He lifted his head on his elbow
[02:02.40]The blood from his wound flowed red
[02:06.35]He gazed at his friends gathered round him
[02:10.45]He looked up at them and he said
[02:14.41]Bury me out on the prairie
[02:17.91]Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave
[02:22.39]Bury me out on the prairie
[02:25.95]But from them my bones please save
[02:30.41]Wrap me up in a blanket
[02:34.31]Bury me deep in the ground
[02:38.28]Cover me over with boulders
[02:41.87]Of granite big and brown
[02:45.75]We buried him out on the prairie
[02:49.42]Where the coyotes can howl o'er his grave
[02:53.45]His soul is now a-resting
[02:57.53]Fron the unkind cut she gave
[03:01.32]And many another young puncher
[03:05.03]As he rides past the pile of stones
[03:09.34]Recalls some similar woman
[03:13.15]And thinks of his moulderin' bones
