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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 the family lawyer.Yeah I'm trying to get a deferment for my younger brother.

Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me.

Lord, lord, lord.Said I ain't gonna live

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, ain't never done nothing to,

He done shot me in my shoulder

Oh, in my shoulderLord, lord, yeah

Boot camp we had classes, yeah, yeah

You know we talked about fighting-fighting everyday, yeah

And looking through rosy rosy colored glasses, oh yeah

I must admit it seemed exciting anyway.

Something they overlooked to tell me, yeah

The bullets look better, I must say

Brother-brother when they're not coming at you, yeah

Than going out the other way

So please call up the Reverend Harris.

(call up the Reverend Harris)

Tell him to ask the Lord to do

Some good things for me, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Tell him I ain't gonna live,

I ain't gonna live,

I ain't gonna live to get much older, yeahStrange 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

Shot me in my shoulder, yeah yeahStrange 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 in my shoulder

Lord they shot me in my shoulder

Oh Lord, Lord

I can't write left handed.

Oh LordOh Lord,

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Oh Lord

Oh Lord

Yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeahIn my shoulder

Shot me in my shoulder

They shot me in my shoulder

I can't I can't Lord, yeah yeah

Yeah, oh yeah,Oh Lord,

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord

Yeah

Songwriters

JACKSON, RAYMOND MCKINLEY / WITHERS, BILLPublished by

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