I Can't Write Left Handed

[Verse 1] Eeeh I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter, to my mother Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer I'm trying to get a deferment for my younger brother [Verse 2] And tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord, Lord, Lord Said I ain't gonna live, I'm going to live to get much older Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his heart I ain't never done nothing to He done shot me in my shoulder, in my shoulder [Verse 3] Boot camp we had classes, yeah Mhh hmmhmm, yeah You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday And looking through rosy, rosy colored glasses I must admit it seemed exciting anyway Something they, something they overlooked to tell me, oooh yeah That bullets look better, I must say Brother, brother when they're not coming at you But going out the other way [Verse 4](backup) So please, please, call up the Reverend Harris (call up the Reverend Harris) Tell him to ask the Lord to do some good things for me Tell him I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live To get much older, yeeeeeah yeah Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his heart I ain't never done nothing to He done shot me in my shoulder, done shot me in my shoulder Shot me in my shoulder, in my shoulder