Luyện nghe bài hát Johnson County War

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

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

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

Well the 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 cattle stealin' by some no count outlaw bands
We'd all been rustlers by the big ranchers of this land

Well, it was us against the cattlemen and the just made it worse
First the drought and the tough winter
County had been dealt a curse
Then there came the story 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 along your shore?
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta take a
There's no middle ground in this County war

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

Well the County was in an uproar and every man saddled up to
Caught the cattlemen at the TA 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 they the day

Well, they 'em off to Cheyenne, no one went to jail
The cattlemen were all turned 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, you're muddy and wide
How many men have died along your
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta take a
no middle ground in this Johnson County war
There's no middle in this Johnson County war