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