And make sure we don't let 'em down
He lost his eye in a training combat mission
Had a reason to write some words down
And the United States and that flag
And it's our turn to stand on what our fathers and forefathers did for us
I wanna send this out to my father tonight
Never heard him cry about it one time
He raised me right an' he never bitched one time about losing his eye

He came home, he put a flag up at the farm I was raised on
And my father served in the army in the 50's
Flew out in that yard, it's flown there everyday
Or some thoughts down on a piece of paper
I wrote a song in the following days after September 11th
He was glad to go, do it, that's why we're free today
Everybody that was a poet or a writer or a song writer of any kind

And I was no different than anybody else
It's called the angry American
In the days following September 11th last year
I lost him six months prior to the attacks on New York city
That's what you do when you do what I do