gun fightin man

can you understand?, how does the devil and a gun get in a dead man's hand?, it's hard to make amends, when you're six feet underneath a no man's land, he was a gun fightin man, it was the power of a choice, to never hear his mother's tears but to feel her voice, through a world of wicked eyes, just a-bleedin from the hip of a wild brush fire, he was a gun fightin man, love will never know, that blood is a shadow of a stain in the road, another smile with no remorse, when death comes a-ridin that pale white horse, he was a gun fightin man