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Vietnam\n[03:14.94] I ain't, I ain't never seen\n[03:17.75] Bless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to\n[03:20.90] He done shot me in my shoulder\n[03:27.19] \n[03:38.09] Bootcamp we had classes, aha\n[03:50.85] You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday\n[04:03.95] And lookin' through rosy, rosy coloured glasses\n[04:16.61] I must admit it seemed exciting, anyway\n[04:29.83] Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, lord\n[04:43.86] Bullets look better, I must say\n[04:56.45] Rather when they comin' at you\n[05:09.85] But go without the other way\n[05:17.38] \n[05:21.40] And please call up the Reverend, call up\n[05:25.07] Call up the Reverend Harris\n[05:34.30] And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me, lord no\n[05:48.80] Tell him, I ain't gonna live\n[05:50.56] I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live to get much older\n[06:04.28] Oh lord\n[06:10.47] Strange little man over here in Vietnam\n[06:15.62] I ain't never seen, bless his 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him, I ain't gonna live\nI ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live to get much older\n\nOh lord\nStrange little man over here in Vietnam\nI ain't never seen, bless his heart\nI ain't never done nothing to\nHe done shot me in my shoulder","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.70] We recorded this song on October the 6th\n[00:10.12] Since then the war has been declared over\n[00:12.89] If you're like me, you'll remember it like anybody remembers any war\n[00:16.06] One big drag\n[00:21.22] Lot of people writes songs about wars and government\n[00:26.53] Very social things\n[00:29.55] But I think about young guys\n[00:32.61] Who were like I was when I was young\n[00:37.42] I had no more idea about any government\n[00:41.75] Or political things, or anything\n[00:45.60] And I think about those kind of young guys now\n[00:48.15] Who all of a sudden somebody comes up\n[00:50.72] And they are very law abiding\n[00:53.78] So if somebody says go\n[00:55.02] They don't ask any questions, they just go\n[00:59.14] 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him, I ain't gonna live\nI ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live to get much older\n\nOh lord\nStrange little man over here in Vietnam\nI ain't never seen, bless his heart\nI ain't never done nothing to\nHe done shot me in my shoulder","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Can’t Write Left-Handed (live)\n  artist: Bill Withers\n  album: 'Playlist: The Very Best of Bill Withers'\n  duration_ms: 407933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We recorded this song on October the 6th\n  Since then the war has been declared over\n  If you're like me, you'll remember it like anybody remembers any war\n  One big drag\n\n  Lot of people writes songs about wars and government\n  Very social things\n  But I think about young guys\n  Who were like I was when I was young\n  I had no more idea about any government\n  Or political things, or anything\n\n  And I think about those kind of young guys now\n  Who all of a sudden somebody comes up\n  And they are 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shot that shook him up\n  And I tried to put myself in his position\n  Maybe he cried\n  Maybe he said\n\n  I can't write left-handed\n  Would you please write a letter\n  Write a letter to my mother?\n  Tell her to tell, tell her to tell\n  Tell her to tell my family lawyer\n  Try to get, try to get a deferment for my younger brother\n\n  Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me\n  Lord, lord, lord\n  I ain't gonna live\n  I don't believe I'm gonna live to get much older\n  Strange little man over here in Vietnam\n  I ain't, I ain't never seen\n  Bless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to\n  He done shot me in my shoulder\n\n  Bootcamp we had classes, aha\n  You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday\n  And lookin' through rosy, rosy coloured glasses\n  I must admit it seemed exciting, anyway\n  Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, lord\n  Bullets look better, I must say\n  Rather when they comin' at you\n  But go without the other way\n\n  And please call up the Reverend, call up\n  Call up the Reverend Harris\n  And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me, lord no\n  Tell him, I ain't gonna live\n  I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live to get much older\n\n  Oh lord\n  Strange little man over here in Vietnam\n  I ain't never seen, bless his heart\n  I ain't never done nothing to\n  He done shot me in my shoulder\n"},{"id":39576459,"name":"I Can't Write Left Handed [Live]","trackName":"I Can't Write Left Handed [Live]","artistName":"Bill Withers","albumName":"Ain't No Sunshine: The Best Of Bill Withers","duration":403.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We recorded this song on October the 6th\nSince then the war has been declared over\nIf you're like me, you'll remember it like anybody remembers any war\nOne big drag\n\nLot of people writes songs about wars and government\nVery social things\nBut I think about young guys\nWho were like I was when I was young\nI had no more idea about any government\nOr political things, or anything\n\nAnd I think about those kind of young guys now\nWho all of a sudden somebody comes up\nAnd they are very law abiding\nSo if somebody says go\nThey don't ask any questions, they just go\n\nAnd I can remember not too long ago seeing a young guy\nWith his right arm gone\nJust got back\nAnd I asked him how he was doing\nHe said he was doing alright now\nBut he had thought he was gonna die\n\nHe said getting shot at didn't bother him\nIt was getting shot that shook him up\nAnd I tried to put myself in his position\nMaybe he cried\nMaybe he said\n\nI can't write left-handed\nWould you please write a letter\nWrite a letter to my mother?\nTell her to tell, tell her to tell\nTell her to tell my family lawyer\nTry to get, try to get a deferment for my younger brother\n\nTell the Reverend Harris to pray for me\nLord, lord, lord\nI ain't gonna live\nI don't believe I'm gonna live to get much older\nStrange little man over here in Vietnam\nI ain't, I ain't never seen\nBless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to\nHe done shot me in my shoulder\n\nBootcamp we had classes, aha\nYou know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday\nAnd lookin' through rosy, rosy coloured glasses\nI must admit it seemed exciting, anyway\nOh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, lord\nBullets look better, I must say\nRather when they comin' at you\nBut go without the other way\n\nAnd please call up the Reverend, call up\nCall up the Reverend Harris\nAnd tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me, lord no\nTell him, I ain't gonna live\nI ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live to get much older\n\nOh lord\nStrange little man over here in Vietnam\nI ain't never seen, bless his heart\nI ain't never done nothing to\nHe done shot me in my shoulder","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Can't Write Left Handed [Live]\n  artist: Bill Withers\n  album: 'Ain''t No Sunshine: The Best Of Bill Withers'\n  duration_ms: 403427\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We recorded this song on October the 6th\n  Since then the war has been declared over\n  If you're like me, you'll remember it like anybody remembers any war\n  One big drag\n\n  Lot of people writes songs about wars and government\n  Very social things\n  But I think about young guys\n  Who were like I was when I was young\n  I had no more idea about any government\n  Or political things, or anything\n\n  And I think about those kind of young guys now\n  Who all of a sudden somebody comes up\n  And they are very law abiding\n  So if somebody says go\n  They don't ask any questions, they just go\n\n  And I can remember not too long ago seeing a young guy\n  With his right arm gone\n  Just got back\n  And I asked him how he was doing\n  He said he was doing alright now\n  But he had thought he was gonna die\n\n  He said getting shot at didn't bother him\n  It was getting shot that shook him up\n  And I tried to put myself in his position\n  Maybe he cried\n  Maybe he said\n\n  I can't write left-handed\n  Would you please write a letter\n  Write a letter to my mother?\n  Tell her to tell, tell her to tell\n  Tell her to tell my family lawyer\n  Try to get, try to get a deferment for my younger brother\n\n  Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me\n  Lord, lord, lord\n  I ain't gonna live\n  I don't believe I'm gonna live to get much older\n  Strange little man over here in Vietnam\n  I ain't, I ain't never seen\n  Bless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to\n  He done shot me in my shoulder\n\n  Bootcamp we had classes, aha\n  You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday\n  And lookin' through rosy, rosy coloured glasses\n  I must admit it seemed exciting, anyway\n  Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, lord\n  Bullets look better, I must say\n  Rather when they comin' at you\n  But go without the other way\n\n  And please call up the Reverend, call up\n  Call up the Reverend Harris\n  And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me, lord no\n  Tell him, I ain't gonna live\n  I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live to get much older\n\n  Oh lord\n  Strange little man over here in Vietnam\n  I ain't never seen, bless his heart\n  I ain't never done nothing to\n  He done shot me in my shoulder\n"}]