Their eyes held a message of patience
I took two shots, got no ducks
And cold, cold hands
To find someone who’s willing to share
For the wisdom of what I might say
The lady with whom I was speaking
It’s so nice to talk to somebody
He’d surely send more ducks our way
I could tell by the gaze of my comrades
And cold, cold hands
Fell silent, I’d hoped she would stay
When I spoke of a cold winter’s morning
Last night while I was out drinking
The thrill of the hunt and of hope
Trying to have a good time
But when I spoke again how they listened
That I was the one who had spoke
When I thought I heard somebody say
If the good Lord had meant us to shoot one
I know that this life is worth living
Thought I was feeding her some old line
I took two shots, got no ducks
A duck blind and a river of gray
But sometimes it just isn’t fair
I took two shots, got no ducks
The sound of the snow softly falling
My heart, like the snow in my story
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
