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Johnson County War

アーティスト:Chris LeDoux  アルバム:Powder River 

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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, you're muddy and wide, how many men have died...upon your shores. When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta take a side. There's no middle ground in this Johnson Country War. Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, while I was outside choppin' some wood. And they filled me in on the local news, ain't none of it sounded good, Said, they'd been some cattle stealin', by some no count outlaw bands. We'd all been branded rustler's 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 dealt a 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, you're muddy and you're wide, How many men have died upon your


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