Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can't Write Left-Handed, artist - Bill Withers. Date of issue: 21.04.2015
Song language: English
I Can't Write Left-Handed |
| 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. |