A Song About Your Gun

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Who's gonna sing a song about your gun? Who's gonna sing a song about the way you feel protected When you hold it in your arms when day is done? Who's gonna sing that song, sir? [Verse 2] Who's gonna sing a song about your gun? Who's gonna tell the world that you feel grounded and connected When you wrap your hands around your Remington? Who's gonna sing a song about your gun? [Chorus 1] All those people at the rodeos and ranges Putting freedom first and nothing else above Surely, one of them could play a couple changes And then write a verse in praise of what you love Someone's got to think it would be fun To sing a little song about your gun, sir [Verse 3] I can't sing a song about your gun I've got 27 other jobs that I've neglected And in fact, right now, I've kinda gotta run So, I can't sing a song about your gun [Chorus 2] See, I'm too busy singing songs about my daughters And the news I have to hide from them today I'm too tired from reading stories about slaughters In some little town a half an hour away By some kid who looks a little like your son So, I can't sing a song about your gun, sir [Chorus 3] I'm not interested in your justifications Or the patriotic sermons that you've preached Pardon me, sir, but I ran right out of patience Sittin' waiting for consensus to be reached So, honestly, the odds are one-to-one That I don't give shit about your gun, sir [Verse 4] Who's gonna sing a song about your gun? Who's gonna tell the world you've been maligned and disrespected And you're never understood by anyone Who wouldn't sing a song about your gun?