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Intro 1
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Headed for Wyoming,
Verse 1
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in 1882..a woman, a team, and a wagon.
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Gonna make our dreams come true.
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Settled in the foothills of the
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big horn mountain slope.
Life is sweet we lived on the meat,
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of the deer and the antelope.
We cut house logs on the mountain,
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with the team we hauled 'em down.
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up,
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for a house an d bought some ground.
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Traded for some cattle,
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and turned 'em out on the range.
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The skies were blue and we never
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knew...how things were gonna change.
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Ole powder river, you're muddy and wide,
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how many men have died...upon
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When you brand a man a rustler,
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he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this
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Johnson country war.
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Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday,
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while I was outside choppin'
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Some wood.
And they filled me in on the local
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news, ain't none of it sounded good,
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Said, they'd been some cattle stealin',
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by some no count outlaw bands.
We'd all been branded rustler's
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by the big ranchers of this land.
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Well it was us against the cattlemen,
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and the years just made it worse.
First the drought,
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then the tough winter, Johnson county had been dealt
A curse,
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Then their came the story about
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the two dry golgia tax.
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Ranger Jones and John Tisdale
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both been shot in the back
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Oh, powder river,
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you're muddy and you're wide,
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How many men have died
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upon your shores.
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When you brand a man a rustler,
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he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this
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Johnson county war.
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Then last night at supper time,
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riders stopped by chance.
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They said cattleman and hired guns, just
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burned the Kaycee ranch,
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Two men had died this mornin',
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shot down in the snow.
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Now the vigilante army
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was marchin' for buffalo.
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Well the county was in an uproar,
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an every man saddled up to ride.
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Caught the cattlemen at the ta ranch, and
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surrounded all four sides.
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We hailed the house with bullets and
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swore we'd make 'em pay.
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But the cavalry came across the plains,
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and once again saved the day.
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Well, they marched 'em off to Cheyenne,
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and no one went to jail.
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The cattlemen we're all turned
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loose, and the hired guns hit the trail.
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And I guess the only justice,
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wasn't much to say the least.
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Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine
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on the cattle baron's beef.
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Oh powder river,
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you're muddy and you're wide.
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How many men have died
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upon your shores.
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When you brand a man a rustler,
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he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this
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Johnson county war.
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There's no middle ground in this Johnson
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county war
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