Sometimes I question my own behavior

Okay, so, this is going to be a pretty short post, at least in comparison to my others. There's this poem that I want to put on here and I want you to guess what the title of it is and who wrote it. Don't cheat, don't look it up on the internet. Chances are, you've come across this poem before. Just read the words and absorb it. If you can't figure it out, or think you know but want to check, go ahead and look it up.

Born down in a dead man's town,
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground.
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up.

Got in a little hometown jam,
So they put a rifle in my hand,
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Come back home to the refinery,
Hiring man says "Son, if it was up to me..."
Went down to see my V.A. man,
He said, "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong.
They're still there, he's all gone.
He had a woman he loved in Saigon;
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary,
Out by the gas fires of the refinery,
I'm ten years burning down the road,
Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go