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