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Yore daddy runs sheep and mah uncle runs cattle |
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Nothin' can keep us out of this battle they wage |
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As it burns up the range, 'til no man is left |
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In the saddle |
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Yore ranch is upstream and they dammed up the water |
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Thirsty cows scream for mah uncle to slaughter |
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The sheep while yore daddy's asleep |
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And i do the same for his daughter |
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If i had my own way, we would be together |
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Back in pittsburgh |
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It's the only town east of the river i know |
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And i feel kinda bad, bringin' our grief |
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Upon this pore old farmer's house |
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But we ain't got nowhere else to go |
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Three years on this range since they started the range war |
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Nothing has changed except maybe change for the worst |
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If i'd married you first, |
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There might not have been any range war |
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You wouldn't be lost to the range war |