Intro:

Guitar 2
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-> guitar 1
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Headed for Wyoming, in 1882, A woman, a team, and a wagon.
           G                 Am 
Gonna make our dreams come true.
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Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope.
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Life is sweet we lived on the meat, of the deer and the antelope
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We cut house logs on the mountain, with the team we hauled 'em down
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Peeled 'em and we stacked 'em up, plowed some bottom ground.
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Traded for some cattle, turned 'em out on the range
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The skies were blue and we never knew...How things were gonna change


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Ole powder river, you're muddy and wide,
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How many men have died...upon your shores.
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When you brand a man a rustler, he's gotta take a side.
           F                     G               Am
There's no middle ground in this Johnson Country War.



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Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, while I was outside choppin’ 
Am
wood.
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And they filled me in on the local news, ain't none of it sounded good,
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Said, they'd been some cattle stealin', by some no count outlaw band.
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We'd all been branded rustler's by the big ranchers of this land.
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Well it was us against the cattlemen, and the years just made it worse.
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First the drought, then the tough winter, Johnson County had been dealt 
  Am
a curse,
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Then their came the story about the two "dry gulch" attacks:
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Ranger Jones and John Tisdale both been shot in the back



Verse 3
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Then last night at supper time, riders stopped by chance.
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They said cattleman and hired guns, just burned the Kaycee Ranch,
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Two men had died this mornin', shot down in the snow
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Now the vigilante army was on the march to Buffalo
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Well the county was in an uproar, an every man saddled up to ride
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Caught the cattlemen at the TA Ranch, and surrounded all four sides
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We hailed the house with bullets and swore they were gonna pay
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But the Calvary came across the plains, and once again saved the day


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Well, they marched 'em off to Cheyenne, and no one went to jail
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The cattlemen we're all turned loose, and the hired guns hit the trail
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And I guess the only justice, wasn't much to say the least
(No Chord)->
Last winter me and mine ate mighty fine on the cattle baron's beef.


           F                     G              Am
There's no middle ground in this Johnson County War...