John Legend, The Roots - I Can't Write Left Handed lyrics
John Legend [John Roger Stephens] Springfield, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[John Legend, The Roots - I Can't Write Left Handed lyrics]
Eeeh i can't write left handed
Would you please write a letter, to my mother
Tell her to tell, tell her to tell
Tell her to tell the family lawyer
I'm trying to get a deferment
For my younger brother
And tell the Reverend Harris to
Pray for me, Lord, Lord, lord
Said I ain't gonna live
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 I ain't never done nothing to
He done shot me in my shoulder
In my shoulder
Boot camp we had classes, yeah
Mhh hmmhmm, yeah
You know we talked about fighting
Fighting everyday and looking through rosy
Rosy colored glasses
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
Something they something they overlooked
To tell me, oooh yeah
That bullets look better, I must say
Brother, brother when they're not
Coming at you but going out the other way
So please, please
Call up the Reverend Harris
(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, yeeeeeah yeah
Strange little man over here
In Vietnam, I ain't, i ain't never seen
Bless his heart I ain't never done nothing to
He done shot me in my shoulder
Done shot me in my shoulder
Shot me in my shoulder, in my shoulder
Would you please write a letter, to my mother
Tell her to tell, tell her to tell
Tell her to tell the family lawyer
I'm trying to get a deferment
For my younger brother
And tell the Reverend Harris to
Pray for me, Lord, Lord, lord
Said I ain't gonna live
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 I ain't never done nothing to
He done shot me in my shoulder
In my shoulder
Boot camp we had classes, yeah
Mhh hmmhmm, yeah
You know we talked about fighting
Fighting everyday and looking through rosy
Rosy colored glasses
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
Something they something they overlooked
To tell me, oooh yeah
That bullets look better, I must say
Brother, brother when they're not
Coming at you but going out the other way
So please, please
Call up the Reverend Harris
(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, yeeeeeah yeah
Strange little man over here
In Vietnam, I ain't, i ain't never seen
Bless his heart I ain't never done nothing to
He done shot me in my shoulder
Done shot me in my shoulder
Shot me in my shoulder, in my shoulder