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 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 the range war