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Yer Daddy runs sheep and my uncle runs cattle Nothing can keep us out of this battle they wage as it burns up the plains till no one is left in the saddle Your ranch is upstream and they've dammed up the water Thirsty cows scream for my uncle to slaughter the sheep while yer Daddy's asleep and I'll do the same for his daughter If I'd had my way we would be together back in Pittsburgh It's the only town east of the river I know And I feel kinda bad, bringing grief upon a farmer's house but we ain't got nowhere left to go Three years on this range since they started the range war Nothing has changed, except maybe change for the worse If you'd married me first there would not have been any range war You would not have been lost to the range war From Letras Mania