There's not much
a man can do
inside a prison
Just take his
mem'ry trips
and fight the pain
And a word from home
can mean so much
to a prisoner
It's been years now
since that last
letter came
Not a day goes by
that I don't think
of Mama
And my nights
are filled with thoughts
of sweet Marie
And old friends
I ran around with
keep on running
through my mind
And I just wonder
if they ever
think of me
I wonder if they know
that I'm still living
And still proud to be
a part of Uncle Sam
I wonder if they think
I died of hunger
In this rotten
prison camp
in Vietnam
Not a day goes by
that I don't think
of Mama
And my nights
are filled with thoughts
of sweet Marie
And I remember
Daddy sayin you'll
come back
a better man
And I just wonder
if they ever
think of me
Oh I just wonder
if they ever
think of me