i was looking for America, in a western movie
saw a young gun slinger with something to prove
i came searchin'.like anybody else
and i came lookin'. like anybody else,
lookin' for that golden calf. and i came shooting for the stars, like any young blood
i found a fat cat city and crooked judge
i killed anything standing in my path
i killed anything till i laid my hands
laid' em on the golden calf this is my last chance to be with you
now it's our last sand in open country
this is the last dance for this kind of man
i'm still lookin' for somthing to prove i come around full circle, aged like an old dog
there's new kids a comin gunning for that golden calf
lookin' at them young bucks just green as frogs
but i ain't layin' back no time to laugh
i ain't layin' back i was was looking for America in a western movie
he was headin down that dusty path
i saw pike bishop stridin' through aqua verde
headin down that blood path
runnin from his crooked past
sick of chasin' down that golden calf hes lookin for another life
repeat
but theres always someone faster
someone quicker on the draw
some younger steppin up to be
someone with a hunger closin' in
the next out law oh i'm still looking for something to prove
this is our last stand.
this is our last stand.
this is our last stand.
this is our last stand.
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