[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? [Chorus] This time I have not forgot, this time I have not forgot