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I was looking for America in a western movie, |
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Saw a young gunslinger with something to prove |
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And I came looking, like anybody else |
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Came searching, like anybody else |
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Looking for that golden calf |
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I came shooting for the stars, like any youngblood |
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Found a fat-cat city and a crooked judge |
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And I killed anything standing in my path |
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Killed anything till I layed my hands |
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Layed them on that golden calf |
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Now it's my last stand in open country |
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This is my last chance to be with you |
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This is the last dance, oh, for this kind of man |
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And I'm still looking for something to prove |
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I come around full circle, aged like an old dog |
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Looking at them young bucks, green as frogs |
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I ain't layin' back, no time to laugh |
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I ain't layin' back, there's a new kid coming |
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Gunning for that golden calf |
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I was looking for America in a western movie, |
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Saw a young gunslinger with something to prove |
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He was headed down that dusty path |
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He was headed down to that bloodbath |
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Chasing down that golden calf |
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Now it's my last stand in open country |
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This is my last chance to be with you |
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This is the last dance, oh, for this kind of man |
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And I'm still looking for something to prove |
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But there's always someone faster, |
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Someone quicker on the draw |
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Someone with a hunger closing in |
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Someone younger stepping up to be the best outlaw |
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This my last stand in open country |
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This is my last chance to be with you |
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This is the last dance, oh, for this kind of man |
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And I'm still looking for something to prove |
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Yeah I'm still looking for something to prove |
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This my last stand in open country |
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This is my last chance to be with you |
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This is my last stand, |
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Yeah this is my last stand |
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This is my last stand |