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 d**h comes a-ridin that pale white horse He was a gun fightin man