I've Got No Use for Women

1. 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.

2. 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.
He fell in with evil companions,
The kind that are better off dead,
When a gambler insulted her picture,
He hauled off and filled him with lead.

3. All through the long night they trailed him,
Through mesquite and thick chapparal,
And I couldn't help cursing that woman
As I saw him pitch, stagger 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 die by the cruel ranger's gun

4. 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 a similar cowpuncher,
As he rides past that pile of stones,
Recalls some similar woman,
And envies his molding bones.