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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 [CHORUS:] now it's our last stand 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 somthing 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 Letras de cancioneshe was headin down that dusty path headin down that blood path runnin from his crooked past hes lookin for another life sick of chasin' down that golden calf [repeat chorus] but theres always someone faster someone quicker on the draw someone with a hunger closin' in some younger steppin up to be the next out law [repeat chorus] 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... From Letras Mania