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Headed for in 1882, a woman, a team and a wagon
Gonna make our dreams true
Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain
Life is sweet, we lived on the of the deer 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 some cattle, turned 'em out on the open
The skies were blue, we never how things were gonna change

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

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

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

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

Then, last night at supper time riders by chance
said cattleman and their hired guns just burned 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 uproar and every man saddled up to
Caught the cattlemen at the TA Ranch and surrounded all four
We hailed the house with bullets and swore were gonna pay
But the came across the plains and once again they saved the day

Well, they marched 'em off to Cheyenne, no one to jail
The were all turned loose and the hired guns hit the trail
And I guess the only justice much to say the least
Last winter me and mine ate fine on the cattle baron's beef

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