Posted on August 21, 2018 at 1:56 pm

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 gotta 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 twenty-seven 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 justifi cations
Or the patriotic sermons that you’ve preached.
Pardon me, sir, but I ran right out of patience
Sitting waiting for consensus to be reached.
So honestly, the odds are one-to-one
That I don’t give a 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?