| Song | Johnson County War |
| Artist | Chris LeDoux |
| Album | Powder River |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : LeDoux | |
| 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 gulch attacks | |
| 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 shores. | |
| When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta take a side. | |
| There's 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 we'd 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 we're all turned loose, and the hired guns hit the trail. | |
| And I guess the only justice, wasn't much to say the least. | |
| Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron's beef. | |
| Oh Powder | |
| River, you're muddy and you're 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 County | |
| War. There's no middle ground in this | |
| Johnson County | |
| War |
| zuo ci : LeDoux | |
| 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 gulch attacks | |
| 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 shores. | |
| When you brand a man a rustler, he' s gotta take a side. | |
| There' s 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 we' d 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 we' re all turned loose, and the hired guns hit the trail. | |
| And I guess the only justice, wasn' t much to say the least. | |
| Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron' s beef. | |
| Oh Powder | |
| River, you' re muddy and you' re 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 County | |
| War. There' s no middle ground in this | |
| Johnson County | |
| War |
| zuò cí : LeDoux | |
| 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 gulch attacks | |
| 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 shores. | |
| When you brand a man a rustler, he' s gotta take a side. | |
| There' s 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 we' d 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 we' re all turned loose, and the hired guns hit the trail. | |
| And I guess the only justice, wasn' t much to say the least. | |
| Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron' s beef. | |
| Oh Powder | |
| River, you' re muddy and you' re 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 County | |
| War. There' s no middle ground in this | |
| Johnson County | |
| War |