| I Wonder If They Ever Think Of Me |
| There's not much a man can do inside a prisoner Just take his mem'ry trips and fights the pain And a word from home can mean so much to a prisoner It's been years 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 But 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 |