Chris Ledoux - Johnson County War Lyrics
Headed for wyoming, in 1882..a woman, a team, and a wagon.Gonna make our dreams come true.Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope.Life is sweet we lived on the meat, of the deer and the antelope.We cut house logs on the moutain, with the team we hauled em down.Peeled em and we stacked em up, for a house and bought some ground.Traded for some cattle, and turned em out on the range.The skies were blue and we never knew...how things were gonna change.Ole powder river, youre muddy and wide, how many men have died...uponYour shores.When you brand a man a rustler, hes gotta take a side.Theres no middle ground in this johnson country war.Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, while I was outside choppinSome wood.And they filled me in on the local news, aint none of it sounded good,Said, theyd been some cattle stealin, by some no count outlaw bands.Wed all been branded rustlers by the big ranchers of this land.Well it was us against the cattlemen, and the years just made it worse.First the drought, then the tough winter, johnson county had been dealtA curse,Then their came the story about the two dry golgia tax.Ranger jones and john tisdale both been shot in the back...Oh, powder river, youre muddy and youre wide,How many men have died upon your shores.When you brand a man a rustler, hes gotta take a side.Theres no middle ground in this johnson county war.Then last night at supper time, riders stopped by chance.They said cattleman and hired guns, just burned the kaycee ranch,Two men had died this mornin, shot down in the snow.Now the vigilante army was marchin for buffalo.Well the county was in an uproar, an every man saddled up to ride.Caught the cattlemen at the ta ranch, and surrounded all four sides.We hailed the house with bullets and swore wed make em pay.But the calvery came across the plains, and once again saved the day.Well, they marched em off to cheyenne, and no one went to jail.The cattlemen were all turned loose, and the hired guns hit the trail.And I guess the only justice, wasnt much to say the least.Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle barons beef.Oh powder river, youre muddy and youre wide.How many men have died upon your shores.When you brand a man a rustler, hes gotta take a side.Theres no middle ground in this johnson county war.Theres no middle ground in this johnson county war
