Band Hunters (Acoustic)

Some people think we're crazy
 Well that just might be true
 Waking before the break of dawn
 yeah there's nothing else
 we'd rather do.
 It's the jingle of our leg bands
 The sound of an old duck call
 The smell of gunpowder drifting through the air
 And the sight of those birds
 As they fall
 There's really no explanation
 Why we are the way we are
 All I can say is this is what we love
 We are the Band Hunters.
 There's nothing like the sight of a greenhead
 Or the whine of a mallard hen
 A group of geese landing right there at my feet
 And coming out of my blind
 I can't help but grin.
 There's really no explanation
 Why we are the way we are
 All I can say is this is what we love
 We are the Band Hunters.
 As long as there are flyways and they're coming our way
 You can find us right here
 Middle of a cornfield, right beneath an old tree
 We ain't changing we never will.
 There's really no explanation
 Why we are the way we are
 All I can say is this is what we love
 We are the Band Hunters
 We are the Band Hunters