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Headed for Wyoming in 1882

A woman, a team and a wagon gonna make our dreams come true

Settled in the foothills of the Bighorn mountain slopes

Life was sweet, we lived on the meat of the deer and the antelope

We cut house logs up on the mountain, with the team we hauled 'em down

Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up, piles in bottom ground

Traded for some cattle, turned them out on the open range

Skies were blue but we never knew how things were gonna change

Old Powder River, you’re muddy and you’re wide

How many men have died along your shores

When you brand a man a rustler, he’s gotta take a side

There’s no middle ground in this Johnson County War

Well the neighbors stopped by yesterday while I was outside chopping wood

They filled me in on the local news, there ain’t none of it that sounded good

Said there’d been some cattle stealing, by some no count outlaw band

We’d all been branded rustlers by the big ranchers of this land

So it was us against the cattle men and the years just made it worse

First the drought and then the tough winter, Johnson County been dealt a curse

Then there came the story about the two dry tax

Ranger Jones and John Tisdale, both shot in the back

Oh, Powder River, you’re muddy and you’re wide

How many men have died along your shores

When you brand a man a rustler, he’s gotta take a side

There’s no middle ground in this Johnson County War

Then last night at supper time, well, a rider stopped by chance

He said the cattle men, their hired guns, just burned the Kaycee ranch

Two men had died this morning, shot down in the snow

Now the vigilante army was on the march to Buffalo

Well, the county was in an uproar and every man saddled up to ride

They caught the cattle men at the TA ranch and surrounded all four sides

They hailed the house with bullets, swore they were gonna pay

Then the cavalry came from across the plains, once again they saved the day

Well, they marched them off to Cheyenne, no one went to jail

The cattle men were all turned loose and their hired guns hit the trail

And I guess the only justice, wasn’t much to say the least

Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron’s beef

Old Powder River, you’re muddy and you’re wide

How many men have died along your shores

When you brand a man a rustler, he’s gotta take a side

There’s no middle ground in this Johnson County War

There’s no middle ground in this Johnson County War

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