Marty Robbins - Ive got no use for the women

^CmI've ^Ebgot no use ^Abfor the ^Ebwomen, a true one may ^Abseldom be ^Ebfound. They'll ^Abuse a man for his ^Ebmoney, when it's gone they'll turn him ^Bbdown. They're ^Eball alike ^Abat the ^Ebbottom, ^Abselfish and grasping for ^Eball. They'll ^Abstay by a man ^Ebwhen he's winning, and ^Bblaugh in his face when he ^Ebfalls.

My pal was an ^Abhonest young ^Ebpuncher, ^Abhonest and upright and ^Ebtrue. Til he ^Abturned to a gun shooting ^Ebgambler on account of a girl named ^BbLou. ^CmThey ^Ebfell in with ^Abevil com^Ebpanions, the ^Abkind they are better off ^Ebdead. When a ^Abgambler insulted her ^Ebpicture, he ^Bbfilled him full of ^Eblead.

All through the ^Ablong night they ^Ebtrailed him, through ^Abmesquite and thick ^Ebchaparral. I ^Abcouldn't help think of that ^Ebwoman, as I saw him pitch and ^Bbfall. ^BbIf ^Ebshe'd been the ^Abpal that she ^Ebshould have, he ^Abmight have been raising a ^Ebson. In^Abstead of out there on the ^Ebprairie, to ^Bbdie by a Ranger's ^Ebgun.

Death's sharp ^Absting did not ^Ebtrouble, his ^Abchances for life were too ^Ebslim. Where they were ^Abputting his ^Ebbody was all that worried ^Bbhim. He ^Eblifted his ^Abhead on his ^Ebelbow, the ^Abblood from his wound flowed ^Ebred. He ^Abgazed at his friends gathered ^Ebround him, he ^Bblooked up at them and he ^Ebsaid.

Bury me ^About on the ^Ebprairie, where the ^Abcoyotes can howl o'er my ^Ebgrave. ^AbBury me out on the ^Ebprairie, but from them my bones please ^Bbsave. ^EbWrap me ^Abup in a ^Ebblanket, ^Abbury me deep in the ^Ebground. ^AbCover me over with ^Ebboulders of ^Bbgranite big and ^Ebround.

We buried him ^About on the ^Ebprairie, where the ^Abcoyotes can howl o'er his ^Ebgrave. His ^Absoul is now a-^Ebresting from the unkind cut she ^Bbgave. ^CmAnd ^Ebmany another ^Abyoung ^Ebpuncher, as he ^Abrides past the pile of ^Ebstones. Re^Abcalls some similar ^Ebwoman, and ^Bbthinks of his mouldering ^Ebbones.