in 1882..a woman, a team, and a wagon.
Gonna make our dreams come true.
Settled in the foothills of the
Life is sweet we lived on the meat,
of the deer and the antelope.
We cut house logs on the mountain,
with the team we hauled 'em down.
Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up,
for a house an d bought some ground.
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
When you brand a man a rustler,
There's no middle ground in this
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday,
while I was outside choppin'
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.
then the tough winter, Johnson county had been dealt
Then their came the story about
Ranger Jones and John Tisdale
both been shot in the back
you're muddy and you're wide,
When you brand a man a rustler,
There's no middle ground in this
Then last night at supper time,
riders stopped by chance.
They said cattleman and hired guns, just
Two men had died this mornin',
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
But the cavalry came across the plains,
and once again saved the day.
Well, they marched 'em off to Cheyenne,
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.
you're muddy and you're wide.
When you brand a man a rustler,
There's no middle ground in this
There's no middle ground in this Johnson