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I Wonder If They Ever Think of Me

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 23.07.2012

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


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