Luyện nghe bài hát Johnson County War

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

We cut house logs upon the mountain with the team we 'em down
'em and we stacked 'em up for a house and bought some ground
Traded for cattle, turned '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 shore?
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta 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 some cattle stealin' by some no count outlaw bands
We'd all been branded by the big ranchers of this land

Well, it was us against the and the years just made it worse
First the drought and the tough winter
Johnson County had 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 along your shore?
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta a side
no middle ground in this Johnson County war

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

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

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

Oh, River, you're muddy and you're 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 County war
There's no middle ground in Johnson County war