Luyện nghe bài hát Johnson County War

Headed for Wyoming in 1882, a woman, a and a wagon
Gonna make our come true
in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope
Life is sweet, we lived on the of the deer and the antelope

We cut logs upon the mountain with the team we hauled 'em down
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up for a house and some ground
for some cattle, turned 'em out on the open range
The skies were blue, we never knew how were gonna change

Oh, Powder River, you're and you're wide
How men have died along your shore?
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta a side
There's no middle ground in Johnson County war

Well the neighbors by yesterday while I was outside choppin' wood
They filled me in on a local news, ain't none of it sounded
Said, there had been some cattle stealin' by no count outlaw bands
We'd all been branded rustlers by the big ranchers of this

Well, it was us against the cattlemen and the years just it worse
First the drought and the tough winter
Johnson County had dealt a curse
Then there the story about the two dry gulch attacks
Ranger Jones and John Tisdale had been both shot in the

Oh, Powder River, you're and you're wide
How many men died along your shore?
you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta take a side
There's no middle in this Johnson County war

Then, last night at supper riders stopped by chance
They said cattleman and their hired guns just the Kaycee Ranch
Two men had died this mornin', down in the snow
Now the army was on the march to Buffalo

the County was in an uproar and every man saddled up to ride
Caught the at the TA Ranch and surrounded all four sides
We hailed the house with and swore they were gonna pay
But the cavalry came across the plains and once again they the day

Well, marched 'em off to Cheyenne, no one went to jail
The cattlemen all turned loose and the hired guns hit the trail
And I guess the only justice wasn't to say the least
Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron's

Oh, Powder River, you're and you're wide
How men have died along your shore?
When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta take a
There's no middle ground in this County war
There's no middle in this Johnson County war