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Last night while Mike and I were out drinking
Trying to have good time
Thoug ht I was feeding her s ome old line
When I spoke of a cold winter's morning
du ckblind and riv er of g ray
When I th ought I he ard somebody s ay
And cold cold ha nds
I could tell by the gaze of my comrades
That I was the one who had spoke
The thri ll 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 ha nds
(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 som etimes it ju st isn't f air
And cold cold ha nds
And cold cold ha nds