patterson hood
the range war
Your 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 your daddy's asleep and I'll do the same for his daughter  If I 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 poor old 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 this range war  