Lyrics:

There's not much a man can do inside a prisonerJust take his mem'ry 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