I Got No Use for Women

I Got No Use for Women - Peter Abrahamsen

I've got no use for women

A true one may never be found

They'll stick to 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 straight young cowpuncher

Honest and upright and true

But he turned to a gambler and gunman

And a woman send him there

Quicker and sure his gun play

Till his heart and his body lay dead

When a vanquish insulted her picture

He filled him full of lead

All night the long night they trailed him

Through misquotes and chapperal

I couldn't but 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 raising a son

Instead of out there on the prairie

To fall by a ranger's gun

Now this slow 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 looked at his pals that surround him

And whispered to them and he said

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 a 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 howl o'er his grave

His soul is now a resting

From the unkind cut she gave

And many similar young puncher

As he rides past the pile of stones

Recalls some similar women

And envy his mouldin' bones