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Yore Daddy runs sheep and mah uncle runs cattle Nothin' can keep us out of this battle they wage As it burns up the range, 'til no man is left In the saddle Yore ranch is upstream and they dammed up the water Thirsty cows scream for mah uncle to slaughter The sheep while yore Daddy's asleep And I do the same for his daughter If I had my own way, we would be together Back in Pittsburgh It's the only town east of the river I know And I feel kinda bad, bringin' our grief Upon this pore old farmer's house But we ain't got nowhere else to go Three years on this range since they started the range war Nothing has changed except maybe change for the worst If I'd married you first, there might not have been any range war You wouldn't be lost to the range war
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