Two Shots

hands                   Last night while  Mike and I were out  drinking Trying to  have  good  time   Thought I was feeding her some old  line     When I  spoke of a  cold winter's  morning   duckblind and    river of  gray     When I  thought I heard somebody  say      And  cold cold  hands          I could  tell by the  gaze of my  comrades That  I was the  one who had  spoke  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 And  cold cold  hands          (Parlé:) Well the  lady with  whom I was  speaking She laughed  lightly and she  wandered  away  My  heart like the snow in my  story  (sing)             It's so  nice to  talk to some  body To find  someone who's  willing to  share   But  sometimes it just isn't  fair      And  cold cold  hands          And  cold cold  hands