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Headed for in 1882, a woman, a team 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 and the antelope

We cut house upon the mountain with the team we hauled 'em down
Peeled 'em and we 'em up for a house and bought some ground
Traded for some cattle, '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 died along your
When you brand a man a rustler, he's take a side
There's no middle ground in this Johnson war

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

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

Oh, Powder River, 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 middle in this Johnson County war

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

Well the was in an uproar and every man saddled up to ride
Caught the at the TA Ranch and surrounded all four sides
We hailed the with bullets and swore they were gonna pay
But the cavalry came across the plains and once again saved the day

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

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