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Headed for in 1882, a woman, a team and a wagon
make our dreams come true
Settled in the foothills of the big horn 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 stacked 'em up for a house and bought some
Traded for cattle, turned 'em out on the open range
The skies were blue, we never knew how things were change

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

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

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

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

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

Well the County was in an uproar and every man saddled up to
Caught the cattlemen at the TA Ranch and 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, marched 'em off to Cheyenne, no one went to jail
The cattlemen were all turned loose and the guns hit the trail
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 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 Johnson war
There's no middle ground in Johnson County war