Lyrics A Song About Your Gun - Jason Robert Brown

A Song About Your Gun

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?
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?
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
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
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
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
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?