A Song About Your Gun - Jason Robert Brown

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?