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