There's not much a man can do inside a prisonerJust take his memory trips and fights the painAnd a word from home can mean so much to a prisonerIt's been years since that last letter cameNot a day goes by that I don't think of mamaAnd my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet MarieAnd old friends I ran around with keep on running through my mindBut I just wonder if they ever think of meI wonder if they know that I'm still livingAnd still proud to be a part of Uncle SamI wonder if they think I died of hungerIn this rotten prison camp in VietnamNot a day goes by that I don't think of mamaAnd my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet MarieAnd I remember daddy sayin' you'll come back a better manAnd I just wonder if they ever think of meOh I just wonder if they ever think of me
