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 the family lawyer
Trying to get a deferment for my younger brother
Tell the Rev Harris to pray for me Lord, lord, lord
I aint gonna live-I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older
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
Boot camp we had classes
You know we talked about fighting-fighting everyday
And looking through rosy colored glasses, I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
Oh, but someone that day overlooked to tell me bullets look better,
I must say - brother - when they're coming at you than going out the other way
And please call up the Rev Harris Tell him to ask the Lord to do some good things for me
Tell him I aint gonna live-I aint gonna live to get much older
Whoa, Lord Strange little man over here in Vietnam I aint never seen - bless his heart-
I aint never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder