Luyện nghe bài hát Johnson County War

Headed for Wyoming in 1882, a woman, a and a wagon
Gonna our dreams come true
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 hauled 'em
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up for a house and some ground
Traded for some cattle, turned 'em out on the range
The skies blue, we never knew how things 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, he's gotta take a
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, ain't none of it good
Said, there had been some 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 years made it worse
First the drought and the tough winter
Johnson County had been dealt a
Then there came the about the two dry gulch attacks
Ranger Jones and John Tisdale had both shot in the back

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

Then, last night at supper time riders by chance
They said cattleman and their hired guns just burned the Kaycee
Two men had died 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 all four sides
We hailed the house bullets and swore they were gonna pay
But the cavalry came across the plains and once again they the day

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

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