Текст песни Willie Nelson - Last Stand in Open Country

I was looking for AmericaIn a western movieSaw a young gunslingerWithout something to proveAnd I came lookin'Like anybody elseI came searchingLike anybody elseLookin' for the golden calfAnd I came shooting for the starsLike any young bloodI found a fat cat cityAnd a crooked judgeI killed anythingStanding in my pathI killed anythingTill I laid my handsLaid 'em 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 manI'm still lookin' for something to proveI come around full circleAged like an old dogLookin' at them young bucksJust green as frogsI ain't layin' back

No time to laughI ain't layin' backThere's new kids-a-comin'Gunning for that golden calfI was looking for AmericaIn a western movieI saw Pike BishopStriding through Aqua VerdeHe was heading down that dusty pathHeading down to that blood bathHe was running from his crooked pastHe was looking for another lifeSick of chasing 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 manI'm still lookin' for something to proveBut there's always someone fasterSomeone quicker on the drawSomeone with a hunger, closing inSomeone youngerSteppin' 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 manI'm still lookin' for something to prove
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