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Headed for Wyoming in 1882, a woman, a and a wagon
Gonna our dreams come true
in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope
Life is sweet, we lived on the meat of the deer and the

We cut house logs upon the mountain with the we hauled 'em down
'em and we stacked 'em up for a house and bought some ground
Traded for some cattle, 'em out on the open range
The skies were blue, we never how things were gonna change

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

the neighbors stopped by yesterday while I was outside choppin' wood
They filled me in on a local news, none of it sounded good
Said, there had been some cattle stealin' by some no 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
First the and then the tough winter
Johnson County had been a curse
Then there the story about the two dry gulch attacks
Ranger Jones and Tisdale had been both shot in the back

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

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

the County 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 house with bullets and they were gonna pay
But the cavalry across the plains and once again they saved the day

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

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