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      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      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