Two Shots John Denver

I took two shots, got no ducks, and cold, cold hands

Last night while I was 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 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