I was looking for America, in a western movie Saw a young gunslinger, with something to prove And I came looking, like anybody else I came searching, like anybody else Looking for that golden calf And I came shooting for the stars, like any young blood I found a fat cat sitting, in a crooked church I killed anything, standing in my path I killed anything, till I laid my hands And laid them 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, for this kind of man I'm still looking, for something to prove I come around full circle, aged like an old dog Looking at them young bucks, just green frogs But I ain't laid back, no time to laugh, I ain't laid back There's a new king coming, gunning for that golden calf And I was looking for America, in a western movie I saw a pike, a bishop, striding through a rough area He was headed down, that dusty path Headed down, to that blood bath Chasing 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, for this kind of man I'm still looking, for something to prove There's always someone faster, someone quicker on the draw Someone with a hunger closing in, someone younger Stepping up to be the next outlaw 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 looking, for something to prove I'm still looking, for something to prove Now this is our last stand, in open country In open country, in this land In open country, no This is our last stand, this is our last stand This is our last stand Last stand This is our last stand