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Yer Daddy runs sheep and my uncle runs cattle |
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Nothing can keep us out of this battle they wage as it burns up the plains |
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till no one is left in the saddle |
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Your ranch is upstream and they've dammed up the water |
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Thirsty cows scream for my uncle to slaughter the sheep while yer Daddy's asleep |
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and I'll do the same for his daughter |
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If I'd had my way we would be together 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, bringing grief upon a farmer's house |
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but we ain't got nowhere left 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 worse |
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If you'd married me first there would not have been any range war |
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You would not have been lost to the range war |
