I Can't Write Left-Handed (Live)

We recorded this song on October the 6th

Since then, the war has been declared over

If you're like me, you'll remember it

Like anyone remembers any war

One, big drag

Lot of people, write songs about wars and government

Very social things

But I think about young guys

Who were like I was, when I was young

I had no more idea about any government

Or political things or anything

And I think about those kind of young guys now

Who all of a sudden somebody comes up

And they're very law abiding

So if somebody says, "Go" they don't ask any questions

They just go

And I can remember not too long ago, seeing a young guy

With his right arm gone

Just got back

And I ask him

How he was doing

He said, he was doing alright now

But he had thought he was gonna die

He said getting shot at didn't bother him

It was getting shot, that shook him up

And I tried to put myself in his position

Maybe he cried

Maybe he said

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 my 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 gonna live

I don't believe, I'm gonna live to get much older

Strange little man, over here in Vietnam

I ain't, I ain't never seen

Bless his heart, I ain't never done nothin' to

He done shot me, in my shoulder

Boot camp, we had classes, ah-ha-ah-ah-ah

You know we talked about fightin'

Fightin' everyday

And lookin' through rosy

Rosy colored glasses, ah-ah

I must admit, it seemed exciting

Anyway

But something that day

Overlooked to tell me

Lord

Bullets look better, I must say

Rather when they are comin' at you

But go without the other way

And please, call up the Reverend

Call up, 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 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

I ain't never done nothin' to

He done shot me in my shoulder

Thank you