Weight of the Gun - Corb Lund

Sometimes momma, it can feel real heavy when I think of the wrong I have done

I don’t how I can carry this burden, all I feel is the weight of the gun

The weight of the gun

And the wrong I have done

I know this wasn’t what you planned for me.

Mothers have hopes for their sons

Along with the shame I have brought to the family, all I feel is the weight of

the gun

The weight of the gun

And the wrong I have done

My hands are empty, but my mind is filled with things that cannot be undone

How many years since I’ve lifted a pistol, but I still feel the weight of the

gun

The weight of the gun

Things that can’t be undone

The weight of the gun

And the wrong I have done

Well, brass is heavy, and steel is heavy, lead even heavier still

Heaviest of all is the weight on your soul from the blood of the man you killed

A concrete cell is especially tough on a boy used to Montana sun

And the news that you’re gone that the warden delivered, makes me long for the

weight of the gun

The weight of the gun

The Montana sun

The weight of the gun

And the wrong I have done

Well, brass is heavy, and steel is heavy, lead even heavier still

Heaviest of all is the weight on your soul from the blood of the man you killed