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I can't write left-handed |
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Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother? |
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Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer |
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Trying to get, trying to get a deferment for my younger brother |
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Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord, Lord, Lord |
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I ain't gonna live, I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older |
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Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen |
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Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder |
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Boot camp we had classes |
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You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday |
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And looking through rosy, rosy colored glasses |
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I must admit it seemed exciting anyway |
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Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, Lord |
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Bullets look better, I must say |
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Brother when they ain't coming at you |
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But going out the other way |
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And please call up the Reverend, call up, call up the Reverend Harris |
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Tell him to ask the Lord to do some good things for me |
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Tell him I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live |
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To get much older, oh Lord |
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Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain't never seen |
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Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder |
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Lord |
