How many Americans do we have in here tonight?
In the days following September 11th last year
Everybody that was a poet or a writer or a song writer of any kind
Had a reason to write some words down
Or thoughts down on a piece of paper
And I was no different than anybody else
That's what you do when you do what I do
And my father served in the army in the 50's
He lost his eye in a training combat mission
He came home, he put a flag up at the farm I was raised on
I lost him six months prior to the attacks on
New York City and The United States
And that flag flew out in that yard, it's flown there everyday
He raised me right and he never bitched one time about losing his eye
I never heard him cry about it one time
He was glad to go do it and that's why we're free today
And it's our turn to stand on what our fathers and forefathers
Did for us and make sure we don't let 'em down
I wrote a song in the following days after September 11th
It's called 'The Angry American'
And I wanna send this out to my father tonight