Rich Man?s War By Steve Earle October 2004 Jimmy joined the army ?cause he had no place to go There ain?t nobody hirin? ?round here since all the jobs went down to Mexico Reckoned that he?d learn himself a trade maybe see the world Move to the city some day and marry a black haired girl Somebody somewhere had another plan Now he?s got a rifle in his hand Rollin? into Bagdhad wonderin? how he got this far Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm Red white and blue to the bone the day he landed in Kandahar Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world Been a year no and he?s still there Chasin? ghosts in the thin dry air Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war When will we ever learn When will we ever see Stand up and take our turn Tellin? ourselves we?re free Ali was the second son of a second son Grew up in Gaza throwin? bottles and rock when the tanks would come Ain?t nothin? else to do around here just a game children play Somethin? about livin? in fear all your life makes you hard that way He answered when he got the call Wrapped himself in death and he praised Allah A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war