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 |