I was looking for America in a Western movieSaw a young gunslinger with something to proveAnd I came looking like anybody elseI came searching like anybody elseLooking for that golden calfAnd I came shooting for the starsLike any young bloodI found a fat cat sitting in a crooked churchI killed anything standing in my pathI killed anything till I laid my handsAnd laid them on that golden calfNow it's our last stand in open countryThis is my last chance to be with youThis is the last dance for this kind of manAnd I'm still looking for something to proveI come around full circle, aged like an old dogLooking at them young bucks, just green as frogsBut I ain't laid back, no time to laughI ain't laid back, there's a new king comingGunning for that golden calfI was looking for America in a Western movieI saw Pike Bishop striding through a rough dirtyHe was headed down that dusty pathHeaded down to that blood bathChasing down that golden calfNow it's our last stand in open countryThis is my last chance to be with youThis is the last dance for this kind of manAnd I'm still looking for something to proveBut there's always someone fasterYeah, someone quicker on the drawSomeone with a hunger closing inSomeone younger stepping up to be the next outlawNow it's our last stand in open countryThis is my last chance to be with youThis is the last dance for this kind of manAnd I'm still looking for something to proveAnd I'm still looking for something to proveNow this is our last stand in open countryLast stand in open countryThis is our last stand in open countryThis is our last standLast standLast stand