I can´t write left handed
Would you please write a letter to my mother
Tell her to tell the family lawyer
Try 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 never
Bless his heart I 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
But something that day overlooked to tell me
Bullet look better I must say
Rather when they comin´ at you.
But go 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
Tell him, I ain´t gonna live, I ain´t gonna live, I ain´t gonna live to get much older
Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain´t never seen, bless his heart I
ain´t never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder