There's not much a man can do inside a prisoner
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Just take his mem'ry trips and fights the pain
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And a word from home can mean so much to a prisoner
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It's been years since that last letter came
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Not a day goes by that I don't think of mama
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And my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet Marie
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And old friends I ran around with keep on running through my mind
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But I just wonder if they ever think of me
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I wonder if they know that I'm still living
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and still proud to be a part of Uncle Sam
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I wonder if they think I died of hunger
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in this rotten prison camp in VietNam
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Not a day goes by that I don't think of mama
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And my nights are filled with thoughts of sweet Marie
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And I remember daddy sayin' you'll come back a better man
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And I just wonder if they ever think of me
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oh I just wonder if they ever think of me
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I Wonder If They Ever Think of Me
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| Merle Haggard |
