I cant 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
Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord, Lord, Lord
I aint gonna live, I dont believe Im going to live to get much older
Strange little man over here in Vietnam I aint, I aint never seen
Bless his heart aint never done nothing to,
He done shot me in my shoulder
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
Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, Lord
Bullets look better, I must say
Brother when they aint coming at you
But going out the other way
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 aint gonna live, I aint gonna live, I aint gonna live
To get much older, oh Lord
Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I aint never seen
Bless his heart aint never done nothing to,
He done shot me in my shoulder
Lord