Текст песни Willie Nelson - Last Stand in Open Country

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
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