(Sung to this tune)

Knob Creek, Kentuckiana setting,

But the range don’t know what the range is getting.

The creme de la creme of the shooting world in a

Show with everything but Jeff Cooper

Lead flies, a thousand rounds a minute

Glad the truck has extra ammo in it

All clear – Don’t you know that when targets change

The RSO makes sure that it’s a cold range.

It’s not just a range, or a gun show, or a gun store

It’s Knob Creek!

One day at Knob Creek and you lust for broomsticks

There’s lots of ammo, but ammo ain’t free

You’ll find a gun in every hand and holster

If you’re there, there’s always more to see

I can hear that rifle singing out to me.

This range is not like any other,

When you’re head’s down over your rifle, brother.

It’s a range, it’s a show, it’s really a big deal

If you shoot well enough, you might hit the steel.

Whaddya mean?  You see one machine gun shoot…..

Browning, Maxim, and more

The mini gun just started to roar.

All right!  You’re talking to a shooter

Who is bored of reading about it on his computer

I take my shots at things beyond 7 yards, sunshine.

One night at Knob Creek and the tracers light up

Nothing better than dynamite and kerosene

One night at Knob Creek and your spirits cheer right up

Some shoot a lot bigger than .223

I can feel concussion slapping out at me

Knob Creek’s gonna be the footing.

For the ultimate exposition of high volume shooting

This gets my attention more than would an

Antiques store or a romantic comedy.

And praise Browning that I’m actually shooting, not just watching

I don’t see you guys taking

the kind of shot I’m contemplating

I’ll let you watch, but I invite you

To take a turn, the Ma Deuce won’t bite you.

So y’all come on down from Chicago, or Boston, or New York,

Or even California!

One day at Knob Creek and you’ll lose hoplophobia

The guns are loud but they stress safety

You’ll try your hand at every gun you wish to

A little brass, a little lead flying

I can hear Sarah Brady softly crying

One night at Knob Creek and the sky lights up like daytime

Not much between tracers on these guns

One night at Knob Creek is the sight of a lifetime

Can’t really beat the company

I can see gun people all around me