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