Withers, the youngest of six children, was born in the small coal-mining town of Slab Fork, West Virginia, on July 4, 1938. He was the son of Mattie (Galloway), a maid, and William Withers, a miner. He was born with a stutter and later said he had a hard time fitting in. His parents divorced when he was three, and he was raised by his mother's family in nearby Beckley, West Virginia. He was 13 years old when his father died. Withers enlisted in the United States Navy at the age of 17, and served for nine years, during which time he became interested in singing and writing songs.
He left the Navy in 1965, relocating to Los Angeles in 1967 to start a music career. His debut release was "Three Nights and a Morning" in 1967. Arranged by Mort Garson, the song went unnoticed at the time but was later reworked by Withers as the track "Harlem".
Withers worked as an assembler for several different companies, including Douglas Aircraft Corporation, IBM and Ford, while recording demo tapes with his own money, shopping them around and performing in clubs at night. When he returned with the song "Ain't No Sunshine" in 1971, he refused to resign from his job because he believed the music business was a fickle industry. In early 1970, Withers's demonstration tape was auditioned favorably by Clarence Avant, owner of Sussex Records. Avant signed Withers to a record deal and assigned former Stax Records stalwart Booker T. Jones to produce Withers' first album. Four three-hour recording sessions were planned for the album, but funding caused the album to be recorded in three sessions with a six-month break between the second and final sessions. Just as I Am was released in 1971 with the tracks, "Ain't No Sunshine" and "Grandma's Hands" as singles. The album features Stephen Stills playing lead guitar. On the cover of the album, Withers is pictured at his job at Weber Aircraft in Burbank, California, holding his lunch box.
Withers was known for his "smooth" baritone vocals and "sumptuous" soul arrangements. He wrote some of the most covered songs of the 1970s, including "Lean on Me" and "Ain't No Sunshine". The former entered the Hot 100 chart through multiple versions, including Club Nouveau's 1987 cover, which made the composition one of nine songs to have led the chart via different acts. With "Lovely Day", he set the record for the longest sustained note on a chart hit on American charts, holding a high E for 18 seconds. Editors from The Guardian considered that Withers' songs are "some of the most beloved in the American songbook," citing, "'Ain't No Sunshine' is regarded as one of the all-time great breakup tracks, while 'Lean on Me', an ode to the supportive power of friendship ..." For the same newspaper, Alex Petridis noticed "[he] laid pain and paranoia under his deceptively gentle songs, and retired early having conquered gospel, funk, blues, disco and more." In Rolling Stone, writer Andy Greene noted that several of his songs "are embedded in the culture and have been covered countless times."
Writing for The New York Times, Giovanni Russonello considered Withers "[a] soulful singer with a gift for writing understated classics", adding, "the ultimate homespun hitmaker, he had an innate sense of what might make a song memorable, and little interest in excess attitude or accoutrements. Ultimately Withers reminded us that itβs the everyday that is the most meaningful: work, family, love, loss." A Billboard article considered that Withers "stands as one of R&B/soul music's most revered singer-songwriters." In the same magazine, writer Gail Mitchell acknowledged "Withers' legacy has flourished in the decades since, thanks to a cross-section of artists who have covered/sampled his songs or cited him as a major influence." Musician and music journalist Questlove referred to Withers' post-breakup 1974 album +'Justments as "a diary [...] [it] was a pre-reality-show look at his life. Keep in mind this was years before Marvin Gaye did it with Here, My Dear." The Beach Boys' Brian Wilson deemed him "a songwriter's songwriter". Musicians Sade, D'Angelo, Justin Timberlake, John Legend and Ed Sheeran have credited Withers as a music inspiration.
Withers died from heart complications in Los Angeles on March 30, 2020, at age 81; his family announced his death four days later. He is interred in the Forest Lawn Memorial Park (Hollywood Hills).
I Can't Write Left Handed
Bill Withers Lyrics
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Since then the war's been declared over
If you're like me you'll remember it like anybody remembers any war
One big drag
Lot of people write songs about wars and government
Very social things
But I think about young guys who were like I was when I was young
I had no more idea about any government, or political things or anything
Who all of a sudden somebody comes up
And they're very law-abiding
So if somebody says go they don't ask any questions they just go
And I can remember not too long ago seeing a young guy
With his right arm gone, just got back
And I asked him how he was doing
He said he was doing all right now
But he had thought he was gonna die
He said getting shot at didn't bother him
It was getting shot that shook him up
And I tried to put myself in his position
Maybe he cried, maybe he said
I can't write left handed
Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother?
Tell her, tell her to tell
Tell her to tell the family lawyer
Try 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 I ain't never done nothin' to
He done shot me in my shoulder
Boot camp we had classes
You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday
And lookin' through rosy, rosy colored glasses
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
But something that they overlooked to tell me
Bullets look better I must say
Rather when they comin' at you
But go without the other way
And please call up the Reverend
call up, call up the Reverend Harris
And 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 I, ain't never done nothing to
he done shot me in my shoulder
The lyrics of Bill Withers's song I Can't Write Left Handed express the sorrow and pain of a young soldier who has just returned from Vietnam, missing his left arm and wounded in his right shoulder. The soldier is reaching out to someone, asking them to write a letter to his mother, telling her to contact the family lawyer to see if his younger brother can get a deferment from being drafted into the war. He also asks that Reverend Harris prays for him, as he believes he won't live to reach an old age and wants some hope for his future. The soldier reflects on his experience during boot camp, where they talked up the excitement of fighting, but he never understood the trauma that came with being shot. In the end, the soldier is haunted by a "strange little man" who shot him in the shoulder.
Withers's lyrics are heavy with emotion, expressing the physical and psychological pain of soldiers in war. The song also explores the idea of innocence lost, particularly in the case of young soldiers who go to war for their country. The line "I had no more idea about any government, or political things or anything" emphasizes the lack of understanding many young soldiers have about the reasons for war or the political agendas behind them. They are told to go and they go, without questioning the bigger picture. The line "Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain't, I ain't never seen/Bless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to/He done shot me in my shoulder" highlights the randomness of war and the way that soldiers can become caught up in something that they have no personal stake in.
Overall, I Can't Write Left Handed is a moving and powerful song that speaks to the human cost of war. It is a reminder of the sacrifices that soldiers make every day and the pain that war inflicts on those who fight it.
Line by Line Meaning
We recorded this song on October the 6th
Bill Withers is providing the context of this song and when it was recorded.
Since then the war's been declared over
The war that Bill Withers is referring to has ended.
If you're like me you'll remember it like anybody remembers any war
Bill Withers assumes that his listeners will remember the war in the same way people remember any other war.
One big drag
Bill Withers is expressing his negative opinion towards the war.
Lot of people write songs about wars and government
Bill Withers is acknowledging that many people write songs about topics related to wars and the government.
Very social things
Bill Withers is describing wars and government as topics that have a social impact and are often addressed through art.
But I think about young guys who were like I was when I was young
Bill Withers thinks about his own experiences as a young man and connects it to the experiences of other young men who are thrust into war.
I had no more idea about any government, or political things or anything
When Bill Withers was young, he had no understanding of government or politics, just like many of the young men sent to fight.
And I think about those kind of young guys now
Bill Withers thinks about the young men currently at war and their experiences.
Who all of a sudden somebody comes up
Bill Withers alludes to the sudden and unexpected nature of being drafted into a war.
And they're very law-abiding
These young men comply with the draft and do not question the authorities.
So if somebody says go they don't ask any questions they just go
The young men do not hesitate to follow orders when given.
And I can remember not too long ago seeing a young guy
Bill Withers is recalling a memory of seeing a young soldier.
With his right arm gone, just got back
The soldier Bill Withers saw had recently returned and had lost his right arm in the war.
And I asked him how he was doing
Bill Withers inquired about the soldier's well-being.
He said he was doing all right now
The soldier reassured Bill Withers that he was coping well.
But he had thought he was gonna die
At some point during the war, the soldier had feared for his life.
He said getting shot at didn't bother him
The soldier had become desensitized to being shot at.
It was getting shot that shook him up
Getting hit by enemy fire was still a traumatizing experience for the soldier.
And I tried to put myself in his position
Bill Withers attempted to empathize with the soldier's experiences.
Maybe he cried, maybe he said
Bill Withers is unsure of how the soldier felt in that moment, whether he cried or said something else.
I can't write left handed
The soldier is unable to write with his left hand, which may be a result of his injury.
Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother?
The soldier is asking someone to write a letter to his mother, most likely because he is unable to do so himself.
Tell her, tell her to tell
The soldier is requesting someone to pass on a message to his mother.
Tell her to tell the family lawyer
The soldier wants his family's lawyer to be informed about something.
Try to get a deferment for my younger brother
The soldier wants his family's lawyer to try to get a deferment for his younger brother, possibly in regards to being drafted into the war.
Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord, Lord, Lord
The soldier is asking for someone to inform Reverend Harris to pray for him.
I ain't gonna live, I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older
The soldier expresses a belief that he will not live much longer.
Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain't, I ain't never seen
The soldier is referring to the enemy as a strange little man he has never seen before.
Bless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to
The soldier acknowledges that he has not personally done anything wrong to the enemy.
He done shot me in my shoulder
Despite the soldier not harboring any ill will towards the enemy, he has been hit by enemy fire in the shoulder.
Boot camp we had classes
Bill Withers is referring to the training received prior to being sent to war.
You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday
Bill Withers recalls that at boot camp, there was a lot of talk about fighting, something that would occur every day.
And lookin' through rosy, rosy colored glasses
Bill Withers admits to having had an idealistic and overly optimistic view of fighting prior to experiencing it firsthand.
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
Despite the potentially dangerous situation, Bill Withers found the idea of fighting to be exciting in some way.
But something that they overlooked to tell me
Bill Withers had not been prepared for an important aspect of war.
Bullets look better I must say
Bill Withers is being ironic--he finds bullets more aesthetically pleasing than being on the receiving end of them.
Rather when they comin' at you
Bill Withers clarifies that bullets are only more attractive when they are not being directed at you.
But go without the other way
Bill Withers recognizes that there is no alternative to being in a high-pressure situation where you are being fired upon.
And please call up the Reverend
Bill Withers implores someone to call up Reverend Harris.
call up, call up the Reverend Harris
Bill Withers wants to make sure that someone will reach out to Reverend Harris.
And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me
Bill Withers is asking for Reverend Harris to pray for his well-being.
Tell him, I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live
Bill Withers is emphasizing again that he is not sure if he will survive the war.
I ain't gonna live to get much older
Bill Withers repeats that he does not think he will live much longer.
Oh Lord
Bill Withers addresses the deity he wishes Reverend Harris to pray to.
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Bill Withers, Raymond McKinley Jackson
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Kameron C.
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
Try to get try 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 never seen
Bless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to, he done shot me in my shoulder
Boot camp we had classes
You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday
And lookin' through rosy, rosy colored glasses
I must admit it seemed exciting anyway
But something that day overlooked to tell me lord
Bullets look better I must say
Rather when they comin' at you.
But go without the other way
And please call up the reverend call up call up the Reverend Harris
And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me lord
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 I
Ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder
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Mr Bill Withers....a national treasure, in my opinion. Along with Ray Charles, Mr Withers was one of the VERY FEW recording artists, who covered all the bases. Listen to most of his catalogue, and you realize that he sang, soul, funk, pop, rock, country, folk and r&b. Stevie Wonder said as much, when he inducted Bill, into the Rock & Roll HoF...he believes that Bill's music, really does touch every culture. RIP, to one of "the great ones"
LeeBee 1885
The drums are like a heartbeat and the background vocals are like breathing in and out. Its so soothing and then Bill's story-telling voice over the top, the guitar gently weeping. Magic, so simple, yet so clever and quietly devastating.
Guon Toou
Thank you for this analysis. A perfect and succinct summary of the performance.
Shadrack Chiloane
Yes;;;;; Yes''''''. So quietly devastating
m0therofgreen$
This song always gets me deep in the feels.
Rob Chase
Bill Withers is one of the greatest songwriters of our time. His lyrics just flow so naturally when he tells his stories. RIP Brother π
Radha Botofasina
I was at this concert when it was recorded. Bill let me stay after I sneaked in for the sound check-young ex college student with no money-but I was a serious fan of his music.
Moxie Music
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Lukas Davydovas
wow...
Angela
Thanks for sharing. ππΎβ¨