Artist: Marty Robbins
INTRO: [Ab] [Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
#1.
[Cm]I've [Eb]got no use [Ab]for the [Eb]women, a true one may [Ab]seldom
be [Eb]found.
They'll [Ab]use a man for his [Eb]money, when it's gone they'll
turn him [Bb]down.
They're [Eb]all alike [Ab]at the [Eb]bottom, [Ab]selfish and grasping
for [Eb]all.
They'll [Ab]stay by a man [Eb]when he's winning, and [Bb]laugh in
his face when he [Eb]falls.
#2.
My pal was an [Ab]honest young [Eb]puncher, [Ab]honest and upright
and [Eb]true.
Til he [Ab]turned to a gun shooting [Eb]gambler on account of a
girl named [Bb]Lou.
[Cm]They [Eb]fell in with [Ab]evil com[Eb]panions, the [Ab]kind they are
better off [Eb]dead.
When a [Ab]gambler insulted her [Eb]picture, he [Bb]filled him full
of [Eb]lead.
#3.
All through the [Ab]long night they [Eb]trailed him, through [Ab]mesquite
and thick [Eb]chaparral.
I [Ab]couldn't help think of that [Eb]woman, as I saw him pitch and [Bb]fall.
[Bb]If [Eb]she'd been the [Ab]pal that she [Eb]should have, he [Ab]might have been
raising a [Eb]son.
In[Ab]stead of out there on the [Eb]prairie, to [Bb]die by a Ranger's [Eb]gun.
#4.
Death's sharp [Ab]sting did not [Eb]trouble, his [Ab]chances for life were
too [Eb]slim.
Where they were [Ab]putting his [Eb]body was all that worried [Bb]him.
He [Eb]lifted his [Ab]head on his [Eb]elbow, the [Ab]blood from his wound
flowed [Eb]red.
He [Ab]gazed at his friends gathered [Eb]round him, he [Bb]looked up at
them and he [Eb]said.
#5.
Bury me [Ab]out on the [Eb]prairie, where the [Ab]coyotes can howl o'er
my [Eb]grave.
[Ab]Bury me out on the [Eb]prairie, but from them my bones please [Bb]save.
[Eb]Wrap me [Ab]up in a [Eb]blanket, [Ab]bury me deep in the [Eb]ground.
[Ab]Cover me over with [Eb]boulders of [Bb]granite big and [Eb]round.
#6.
We buried him [Ab]out on the [Eb]prairie, where the [Ab]coyotes can howl
o'er his [Eb]grave.
His [Ab]soul is now a-[Eb]resting from the unkind cut she [Bb]gave.
[Cm]And [Eb]many another [Ab]young [Eb]puncher, as he [Ab]rides past the pile
of [Eb]stones.
Re[Ab]calls some similar [Eb]woman, and [Bb]thinks of his mouldering [Eb]bones.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
#1.
[Cm]I've [Eb]got no use [Ab]for the [Eb]women, a true one may [Ab]seldom
be [Eb]found.
They'll [Ab]use a man for his [Eb]money, when it's gone they'll
turn him [Bb]down.
They're [Eb]all alike [Ab]at the [Eb]bottom, [Ab]selfish and grasping
for [Eb]all.
They'll [Ab]stay by a man [Eb]when he's winning, and [Bb]laugh in
his face when he [Eb]falls.
#2.
My pal was an [Ab]honest young [Eb]puncher, [Ab]honest and upright
and [Eb]true.
Til he [Ab]turned to a gun shooting [Eb]gambler on account of a
girl named [Bb]Lou.
[Cm]They [Eb]fell in with [Ab]evil com[Eb]panions, the [Ab]kind they are
better off [Eb]dead.
When a [Ab]gambler insulted her [Eb]picture, he [Bb]filled him full
of [Eb]lead.
#3.
All through the [Ab]long night they [Eb]trailed him, through [Ab]mesquite
and thick [Eb]chaparral.
I [Ab]couldn't help think of that [Eb]woman, as I saw him pitch and [Bb]fall.
[Bb]If [Eb]she'd been the [Ab]pal that she [Eb]should have, he [Ab]might have been
raising a [Eb]son.
In[Ab]stead of out there on the [Eb]prairie, to [Bb]die by a Ranger's [Eb]gun.
#4.
Death's sharp [Ab]sting did not [Eb]trouble, his [Ab]chances for life were
too [Eb]slim.
Where they were [Ab]putting his [Eb]body was all that worried [Bb]him.
He [Eb]lifted his [Ab]head on his [Eb]elbow, the [Ab]blood from his wound
flowed [Eb]red.
He [Ab]gazed at his friends gathered [Eb]round him, he [Bb]looked up at
them and he [Eb]said.
#5.
Bury me [Ab]out on the [Eb]prairie, where the [Ab]coyotes can howl o'er
my [Eb]grave.
[Ab]Bury me out on the [Eb]prairie, but from them my bones please [Bb]save.
[Eb]Wrap me [Ab]up in a [Eb]blanket, [Ab]bury me deep in the [Eb]ground.
[Ab]Cover me over with [Eb]boulders of [Bb]granite big and [Eb]round.
#6.
We buried him [Ab]out on the [Eb]prairie, where the [Ab]coyotes can howl
o'er his [Eb]grave.
His [Ab]soul is now a-[Eb]resting from the unkind cut she [Bb]gave.
[Cm]And [Eb]many another [Ab]young [Eb]puncher, as he [Ab]rides past the pile
of [Eb]stones.
Re[Ab]calls some similar [Eb]woman, and [Bb]thinks of his mouldering [Eb]bones.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
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