I Can't Write Left Handed

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

And tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord, Lord, Lord
Said I ain't gonna live, ain't, ain't gonna 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

Mm, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord, yeah, yeah

Boot camp we had classes, yeah
Mm hm, 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, ooh yeah
That bullets look better, I must say
Brother, brother when they aren't coming at you
But going out the other way

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, yeah 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

In my shoulder
Shot me in my shoulder

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 Lord
Lord
Done shot me in my shoulder
Lord
I can't write left-handed

He shot me in my shoulder
Shot me in my shoulder
He done shot me in my shoulder
I can't I can't I can't

Oh Lord oh Lord oh Lord oh Lord