Sharpshooter don’t shoot me down   I’m on my way to get home again   No ammunition nor know-how   You’ll find me when I’m lost in the sound      Hey baby with the wounded knee   When you talk do you talk to me?   I want to fly through all your trees   I want to float on the back of a bee      Ted Nugent, hey what you gonna do?   What you gonna do when they come for you?   White tail’s gonna hunt you down   Do unto you what they’ve been done to   We’ll travel, travel along   And on and on and on   We’ll keep rolling, rolling on   And on and on and on   We’ll travel, travel along   And on and on and on   We’ll keep rolling, rolling on   And on and on and on   Oh yeah, oh no   Maybe so!