Johnson County War tab by Chris Ledoux

Chris Ledoux
Album: Powder River
Standard Tuning
Tabbed by Wyomingcowboy86
For Guitar 2 Fills choose Johnson County War(Guitar 2)

Intro:

Guitar 2
E|------------------------|----------0-1-0-----------|
B|------------------------|-----0-1-3-----3-1-0------|
G|------------------------|2-0-2----------------2-0-2|
D|-02h-02h-02h-02h-02h-02h|--------------------------|
A|0---0---0---0---0---0---|--------------------------|
E|------------------------|--------------------------|

E|----3-8-7-5-3-3-/5|1-1-3-1-0---3-7-5|
B|-1-3---------3----|---------1-3-----|
G|2-----------------|----------0------|
D|------------------|-----------------|
A|------------------|-----------------|
E|------------------|-----------------|

E|----------0-1-0----------|
B|-----0-1-3-----3-1-0-----|
G|2-0-2---------------2-0-2|
D|-------------------------|
A|-------------------------|
E|-------------------------|

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


F                   G              Am
Ole powder river, you're muddy and wide,
F                                    E
How many men have died...upon your shores.
F                               G                 Am
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.



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



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


Am                                          G              Am
Well, they marched 'em off to Cheyenne, and no one went to jail
Am                                            G                  Am
The cattlemen we're all turned loose, and the hired guns hit the trail
F                    Em              G               Am
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...

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