I Can't Write Left-Handed (Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - October 1972)

歌詞

Spoken introduction... 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