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