歌手:The Roots
专辑:《Wake Up!》

(with John Legend)
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 classes
You know we talked about fighting, fighting everyday
And looking through rosy, rosy colored glasses
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