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 changed 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