I took two shots,got no ducks and cold, cold hands.
Last night when I was out drinking,
trying to have a good time.
The Lady with whom I was speaking
thougt I was feeding her some old line.
When I spoke of a cold winter's morning,
a duck blind 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."

Well,the lady with whom I was speaking,
she laughed lightly and wandered away.
My heart like the snow in my story,
fell silent, I'd hoped she would stay.
It's so nice to talk to somebody,
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."