Lyrics Hungry for the Power (Art Department Remix) - Azari & III
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Miscellaneous
Ive
Got
No
Use
For
The
Women
I've
Got
No
Use
For
The
Women
Now,
I've
got
no
use
for
the
women;
A
true
one
can
seldom
be
found,
They
use
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
stay
by
a
man
when
he's
winning
And
laugh
in
his
face
at
a
fall.
My
pal
was
an
honest
young
puncher;
Honest
and
upright
and
true.
But
he
turned
to
a
hard-shooting
gunman,
On
account
of
a
girl
named
Lou.
He
fell
in
with
evil
companions,
The
kind
that
are
better
off
dead;
When
a
gambler
insulted
her
picture,
He
filled
him
full
of
lead.
All
through
the
long
night
they
trailed
him,
Through
mesquite
and
thick
chaparral.
And
I
couldn't
help
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
die
by
the
ranger's
gun.
Death's
sharp
sting
did
not
trouble,
His
chances
for
life
were
too
slim,
But
where
they
were
putting
the
body
Was
all
that
worried
him.
He
lifted
his
head
on
his
elbow;
The
blood
from
his
wounds
flowed
red.
He
gazed
at
his
pals
grouped
around
him,
As
he
whispered
to
them
and
said:
"Oh
bury
me
out
on
the
prairie,
Where
the
coyotes
may
howl
o'er
my
grave.
Bury
me
out
on
the
prairie,
But
from
them
my
bones
please
save.
Wrap
me
up
in
my
blankets,
And
bury
me
deep
in
the
ground.
Cover
me
over
with
boulders
Of
granite
gray
and
round."
So
we
buried
him
out
on
the
prairie,
Where
the
coyotes
can
howl
o'er
his
grave,
And
his
soul
is
now
a-resting,
From
the
unkind
cut
she
gave;
And
many
another
young
puncher
As
he
rides
past
that
pile
of
stone,
Recalls
some
similar
woman
And
thinks
of
his
moldering
bones.
@Cowboy
@outlaw
@death
Recorded
by
Burl
Ives
and
(I
think)
Tex
Ritter
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