There's not much a man can do inside a prisoner
Just take his memory 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 
MarieAnd 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 SamI wonder if they think 
I died of hunger
In this rotten prison camp in 
VietnamNot a day goes by that 
I don't think of mama
And my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet 
MarieAnd 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