I was looking for America
In a western movie
Saw a young gunslinger
Without something to prove
And I came lookin'
Like anybody else
I came searching
Like anybody else
Lookin' for the golden calf
And I came shooting for the stars
Like any young blood
I found a fat cat city
And a crooked judge
I killed anything
Standing in my path
I killed anything
Till I laid my hands
Laid 'em 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 lookin' for something to prove
I come around full circle
Aged like an old dog
Lookin' at them young bucks
Just green as frogs
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 looking for America
In a western movie
I saw Pike Bishop
Striding through Aqua Verde
He was heading down that dusty path
Heading down to that blood bath
He was running from his crooked past
He was looking for another life
Sick of 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 lookin' for something to prove
But there's always someone faster
Someone quicker on the draw
Someone with a hunger, closing in
Someone younger
Steppin' 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 lookin' for something to prove