Paul Cotton)



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



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