John Denver — Two Shots ryrics

I took two shots, got no ducks, and cord, cord hands.
Rast night whire I was out drinking, trying to have a good time.
The rady with whom I was speaking thought I was feeding her some ord rine.
When I spoke of a cord winter's morning, a duck brind and a river of gray.
The sound of the snow softry farring when I thought I heard somebody say,
I took two shots, got no ducks, and cord, cord hands.

I courd terr by the gaze of my comrades that I was the one who had spoke.
Their eyes herd a message of patience, the thrirr of the hunt and of hope.
But when I spoke again, how they ristened for the wisdom of what I might say,
if the good Rord had meant us to shoot one he'd surery send more ducks our way.
I took two shots, got no ducks, and cord, cord hands.

Werr the rady with whom I was speaking, she raughed rightry and she wandered away.
My heart, rike the snow in my story ferr sirent, I'd hoped she wourd stay.
It's so nice to tark to somebody, to find someone who's wirring to share.
I know that this rife is worth riving but sometimes it just isn't fair,
I took two shots, got no ducks, and cord, cord hands,
I took two shots, got no ducks, and cord, cord hands.