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Headed for Wyoming in 1882, a woman, a and a wagon
Gonna make our dreams true
in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope
Life is sweet, we lived on the meat of the deer and the

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

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

Well the neighbors stopped by yesterday I was outside choppin' wood
They filled me in on a local news, none of it sounded good
Said, there had been some cattle stealin' by some no count bands
all been branded rustlers by the big ranchers of this land

Well, it was us the cattlemen and the years just made it worse
the drought and then the tough winter
Johnson County had been a curse
Then there came the story the two dry gulch attacks
Ranger Jones and John Tisdale had been both in the back

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

Then, last night at supper time riders stopped by
They cattleman and their hired guns just burned the Kaycee Ranch
Two men had died this mornin', 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 and swore they were gonna pay
But the cavalry came across the plains and once again they the day

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

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