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