How many Americans do we have in here tonight?
(the crowd cheers)
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 that's what you do when I do
And my father served in the army in the 50s he lost his right eye in a training
combat mission
He came home he put a flag up on 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 that 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
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
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