John Legend - I Can't Write Left Handed lyrics

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 the family lawyer Trying to get, trying 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, I ain't never seen Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to He done shot me in my shoulder Boot camp we had cla**es You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday And looking through rosy, rosy colored gla**es I must admit it seemed exciting anyway Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, Lord Bullets look better, I must say Brother when they ain't coming at you But going out the other way And please call up the Reverend, call up, call up the Reverend Harris 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, oh Lord Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain't never seen Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to He done shot me in my shoulder Lord