I was lookin' for America in a western movie Saw a young gun slinger with somethin' to prove And I came lookin', like anybody else I came searchin', like anybody else Lookin' for that golden calf
And I came shootin' for the stars, like any young blood I found a fat cat city and crooked judge I killed anything standin' in my path I killed anything 'til I laid my hands Laid 'em on that golden calf
Now it's our last stand in open country This is my last chance to be with you This is the last dance oh for this kind of man I'm still lookin' for somthin' to prove
I come around full circle, aged like an old dog Lookin' at him young bucks just grim as frogs But I ain't layin' back no time to laugh, I ain't layin' back There's new kids a comin', gunnin' for that golden calf
I was was lookin' for America in a western movie I saw pike bishop stridin' through aqua verde He was headin' down that dusty path Headin' down to that blood path Chasin' down that golden calf
Now it's our last stand in open country This is my last chance to be with you This is the last dance oh for this kind of man I'm still lookin' for somthin' to prove
But there's always someone faster Yeah someone quicker on the draw Someone with a hunger closin' in Someone younger steppin' up to be The next out law
Now it's our last stand in open country This is my last chance to be with you This is the last dance oh for this kind of man I'm still lookin' for somthin' to prove And I'm still lookin' for somthin' to prove
This our last stand in open country In open country This our last stand in open country