John Denver

I took two shots, got no ducks and cold, cold
hands
Last night while Mike and I were out drinking
Trying to have a good time
The lady with whom I was speaking
Thought I was feeding her some old line
When I spoke of a cold winter^?s morning
A duckblind and a river of gray
The sound of the snow softly falling
When I thought I heard somebody say
I took two shots, got no ducks
And cold, cold hands
I could tell by the gaze of my comrades
That I was the one who had spoke
Their eyes held a message of patience
The thrill of the hunt and of hope
But when I spoke again how they listened
For the wisdom of what I might say
If the good Lord had meant us to shoot one
He^?d surely send more ducks our way
I took two shots, got no ducks
And cold, cold hands
(spoken)
Well the lady with whom I was speaking
She laughed lightly and she wandered away
My heart like the snow in my story
Fell silent I^?d hoped she would stay
(sing)
It^?s so nice to talk to some body
To find someone who^?s willing to share
I know that this life is worth living
But sometimes it just isn^?t fair
I took two shots, got no ducks
And cold, cold hands
I took two shots, got no ducks
And cold, cold hands
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I hope you all enjoyed that goody, I know I do.
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Ken Reynolds