Last Stand in Open Country

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' 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

Now it's our last sand in open country

This is my last chance to be with you

This is the last dance for this kind of man

I'm still lookin' for something to prove

I come around full circle, aged like an old dog

Lookin' at them young bucks just green as frogs

But I ain't layin' back no time to laugh

I ain'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

He's lookin for another life

Sick of chasin' down that golden calf

Now it's our last sand in open country

This is my last chance to be with you

This is the last dance for this kind of man

I'm still lookin' for something to prove

But there's always someone faster

Someone quicker on the draw

Someone with a hunger closin' in

Some younger steppin' up to be

The next out law

Now it's our last sand in open country

This is my last chance to be with you

This is the last dance for this kind of man

I'm still lookin' for something to prove

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...