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