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...