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