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Headed for in 1882, a woman, a team and a wagon
Gonna our dreams come true
Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain
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 house and bought ground
Traded for cattle, turned 'em out on the open range
The skies were blue, we knew 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, he's take a side
There's no ground in this Johnson County war

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

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

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

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

Well the County was in an and every man saddled up to ride
Caught the cattlemen at the TA Ranch and surrounded all sides
We hailed the house bullets and swore they 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 went to
The cattlemen were all loose and the hired guns hit the trail
And I guess the only justice wasn't much to say the
Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle beef

Oh, Powder River, you're 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 middle ground in Johnson County war
There's no middle ground in this Johnson war