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

We cut house upon the mountain with the team we hauled '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 were blue, we never knew how things were gonna change

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

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

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

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
There's no middle in this Johnson County war

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

Well the was in an uproar 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 cavalry came across the plains and again they saved the day

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

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