Two Shots - John Denver

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