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Headed for in 1882, a woman, a team and a wagon
Gonna make our dreams come
Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain
Life is sweet, we lived on the meat of the and the antelope

We cut house logs upon the mountain with the team we 'em down
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up for a house and bought ground
Traded for cattle, turned 'em out on the open range
The skies were blue, we never how things were gonna change

Oh, River, you're muddy and you're wide
How many men have along your shore?
When you brand a man a rustler, gotta take a side
There's no middle ground in Johnson County war

Well the neighbors by yesterday while I was outside choppin' wood
They filled me in on a local news, ain't none of it good
Said, there had been some cattle stealin' by some no count outlaw
We'd all been branded by the big ranchers of this land

Well, it was us against the cattlemen and the years just it worse
First the drought and then the winter
County had been dealt a curse
Then there came the story about the two dry attacks
Ranger Jones and John Tisdale had been both shot in the

Oh, River, you're muddy and you're wide
How many men have along your shore?
When you brand a man a rustler, gotta take a side
There's no middle in this Johnson County war

Then, night at supper time riders stopped by chance
They said cattleman and their hired guns just the Kaycee Ranch
Two men had died mornin', shot down in the snow
Now the vigilante army was on the to Buffalo

Well the County was in an and every man saddled up to ride
Caught the at the TA Ranch and surrounded all four sides
We hailed the house with bullets and swore they gonna pay
But the cavalry came across the plains and once again they the day

Well, they marched 'em off to Cheyenne, no one to jail
The cattlemen were all turned and the hired guns hit the trail
And I guess the justice wasn't much to say the least
winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron's beef

Oh, Powder River, muddy and you're wide
How many men have died along shore?
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta take a
There's no ground in this Johnson County war
There's no middle ground in Johnson County war