I was looking for America in a western movie Saw a young gunslinger with something to prove And I came looking, like anybody else Came searching, like anybody else Looking for that golden calf I came shooting for the stars, like any youngblood Found a fatcat city and a crooked judge And I killed anything standing in my path Killed anything till I layed my hands Layed them on that golden calf Now its my 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 And Im still looking for something to prove I come around full circle, aged like an old dog Looking at them young bucks, green as frogs I aint layin back, no time to laugh I aint layin back, theres a new kid coming Gunning for that golden calf I was looking for America in a western movie Saw a young gunslinger with something to prove He was headed down that dusty path He was headed down to that bloodbath Chasing down that golden calf Now its my 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 And Im still looking for something to prove But theres always someone faster Someone quicker on the draw Someone with a hunger closing in Someone younger stepping up to be the best outlaw This my 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 And Im still looking for something to prove Yeah Im still looking for something to prove This my last stand in open country This is my last chance to be with you This is my last stand Yeah this is my last stand This is my last stand
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