Luyện nghe bài hát Johnson County War

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, last night at supper time riders by chance
said cattleman and their hired guns just burned the Kaycee Ranch
Two men had this 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 up to ride
Caught the cattlemen at the TA Ranch and surrounded all sides
We hailed the house with bullets and swore they were pay
But the cavalry came the plains and once again they saved the day

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

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