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
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