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I can't write left-handedWould 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 lawyerTrying to get, trying to get a deferment for my younger brotherTell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord, Lord, LordI ain't gonna live, I don't believe I'm going to live to get much olderStrange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seenBless his heart ain't never done nothing to,he done shot me in my shoulderBoot camp we had classesYou know we talked about fighting, fighting everydayAnd looking through rosy, rosy colored glassesI must admit it seemed exciting anywayOh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, LordBullets look better, I must sayBrother when they ain't coming at youBut going out the other wayAnd please call up the Reverend, call up, call up the Reverend HarrisTell him to ask the Lord to do some good things for meTell him I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna liveTo get much older, oh LordStrange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain't never seenBless his heart ain't never done nothing to,he done shot me in my shoulderhe done shot me in my shoulder... Aus Songtexte Mania