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 some 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 an' he never bitched one time about losing his eye
Never heard him cry about it one time
He was glad to go, do it, 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
I wanna send this out to my father tonight
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Send "Live Introduction By Toby Keith Of "Courtesy Of The Red, White And Blue (The Angry American)"" Ringtone to your Cell
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