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I can't write left handed |
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Would you please write a letter to my mother |
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Tell her to tell the family lawyer |
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Try to get a deferment for my younger brother |
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Tell the Reverend |
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Harris to pray for me, lord, lord, lord |
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I ain't gonna live, |
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I don't believe |
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I'm going to live to get much older |
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Strange little man over here in |
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Vietnam, I ain't never |
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Bless his heart |
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I ain't never done nothin' 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 fightin', fightin' everyday |
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And lookin' through rosy, rosy colored glasses |
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I must admit it seemed exciting anyway |
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But something that day overlooked to tell me |
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Bullet look better |
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I must say |
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Rather when they comin' at you. |
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But go without the other way |
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And please call up the |
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Reverend Harris |
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And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me |
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Tell him, |
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I ain't gonna live, |
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I ain't gonna live, |
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I ain't gonna live to get much older |
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Strange little man over here in |
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Vietnam, I ain't never seen, bless his heart |
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I ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder |
