Sometimes mamma, 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
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
