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