I Can't Write Left Handed

[Verse 1] I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer Trying to get, trying to get a deferment for my younger brother [Verse 2] Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord, Lord, Lord I ain't gonna live, I don't believe 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 ain't never done nothing to He done shot me in my shoulder, in my shoulder [Verse 3] Boot camp we had classes You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday And looking through rosy, rosy colored glasses I must admit it seemed exciting anyway [Verse 4] Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, Lord Bullets look better, I must say Brother when they ain't coming at you But going out the other way [Verse 5] And please call up the Reverend, call up, 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, oh Lord Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain't never seen Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to He done shot me in my shoulder Lord