chorus sometimes we are all we got this time i have not forgot even a blind man can see that it could be you it might be me and sometimes we are all we got it was a long hot summer run back in the middle of sixty four down by a clearing just out of the sun i swore i had been there before when a shot rang out and suddenly i was face to face with the enemy sometimes we are all we got this time i have not forgot a boy of eighteen and southern bred his troops had left him there for dead laying up against a big oak tree it had all come down to either him or me just one of those times two lives on the line is this the last thing i ll ever see this time i have not forgot this time i have not forgot