| I was looking for America, in a western movie
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| saw a young gun slinger with something to prove
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| and i came lookin'… like anybody else,
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| i came searchin'…like anybody else
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| lookin' for that golden calf.
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| and i came shooting for the stars, like any young blood
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| i found a fat cat city and crooked judge
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| i killed anything standing in my path
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| i killed anything till i laid my hands
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| laid' em on the golden calf
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| now it’s our 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 for this kind of man
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| i’m still lookin' for somthing to prove
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| i come around full circle, aged like an old dog
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| lookin' at them young bucks just green as frogs
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| but i ain’t layin' back no time to laugh
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| i ain’t layin' back
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| there’s new kids a comin gunning for that golden calf
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| i was was looking for America in a western movie
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| i saw pike bishop stridin' through aqua verde
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| he was headin down that dusty path
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| headin down that blood path
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| runnin from his crooked past
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| hes lookin for another life
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| sick of chasin' down that golden calf
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| but theres always someone faster
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| someone quicker on the draw
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| someone with a hunger closin' in
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| some younger steppin up to be
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| the next out law
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| oh i’m still looking for something to prove
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| this is our last stand…
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| this is our last stand…
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| this is our last stand…
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| this is our last stand… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Stand In Open Country , by - Willie Nelson. Song from the album The Great Divide, in the genre Кантри