I Can't Write Left-Handed (Live) - Bill Withers (比尔 威瑟斯)
Written by：B. Withers
I can't write left handed
Would you please write a letter write a letter to my mother
Tell her to tell the tell the tell the family lawyer
Try to get try to get a deferment for my younger brother
Tell the reverend Harris to pray for me lord lord lord
I ain't live
I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older
Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't never seen
Bless his heart ain't never done nothin' to
He done shot me in my shoulder
Boot camp we had classes
You know we talked about fightin' fightin' everyday
And lookin' through rosy rosy colored glasses
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
Oh but something that day overlooked to tell me lord
Bullet look better I must say
Rather when they comin' at you
But going without the other way
And please call up the reverend Harris
And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things
For me lord
Tell him I ain't live
I ain't live
I ain't live to get much older
Strange little man over here in Vietnam
I never seen bless his heart
I never done nothing to
He done shot me in my shoulder
