Lyrics Gun Fightin' Man - Ryan Bingham

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