"Gun Fightin Man" lyrics - 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 foot 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