I Can't Write Left-Handed Lyrics

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

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

Boot camp we had cla*ses
You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday
And looking through rosy, rosy colored gla*ses
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 ain't 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 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

Bill Withers - Live at Carnegie Hall

Feb 2008

1. Friend Of Mine
2. World Keeps Going Around
3. Let Me In Your Life
4. Better Off Dead
5. For My Friend
6. I Can't Write Left-Handed
7. Lonely Town, Lonely Street
8. Hope She'll Be Happier
9. Let Us Love
10. Harlem/Cold Baloney
11. Use Me
12. Ain't No Sunshine
13. Grandma's Hands
14. Lean on Me