When Toby Keith sat down with a fantasy football stat sheet and scribbled out “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue”, he didn’t just write a song. He lit a fire that’s still burning decades later.

It started with heartbreak and anger. Toby’s dad, Hubert Covel Jr., an Army vet who’d lost an eye in Korea, was always on him: Go play for the troops. Toby said he didn’t have time. 130 shows a year will do that. Then, in March 2001, his dad was killed in a car wreck. Six months later, 9/11 hit. Suddenly, the words poured out like a fuse to a powder keg.

He called it The Angry American for a reason. This wasn’t just a radio single. It was a middle finger to anyone who thought they could cheap-shot the USA without getting stomped in return. In 20 minutes, on the back of that paper, the line “We’ll put a boot in your ass, it’s the American way” was born. It’s one of the most polarizing, proud, and plainspoken lyrics in country music history.

It’s easy to forget just how raw it was back then. Keith didn’t water anything down. This was no polished bumper sticker patriotism. It was grit and vengeance blasting out of truck speakers on backroads and Army bases alike. You either loved it or you turned it off.

His label asked him to change the title to “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue” since the words Angry American never even appear in the song. Fine. The anger didn’t need a label. It was in every line. It was in the boot. It was in the fists clenching every time that hook came around.

It topped the charts, of course. It also made Toby Keith the loudest lightning rod Nashville had seen in years. Peter Jennings at ABC asked him to tone it down for a TV special. Toby said nope, and he wouldn’t show up. When Natalie Maines from The Chicks called it ignorant, Toby fired right back. A battle cry doesn’t ask for permission.

What gets lost these days is that it was personal before it was political. His dad’s flag in the yard. The man who lost an eye for that flag. Toby wasn’t cashing in on tragedy. He was aiming a cannon at anyone who’d dare forget the cost of sleeping safe in your own damn bed.

But the real kicker is that Toby knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t surprised when critics called it chest-thumping garbage or beer hall bravado. He said it himself: “I knew it’d be polarizing, I prayed about it, but it was a battle cry for our guys to go do what Americans do. Kick butt and get home safe.”

Was it a perfect song? Hell no. But it wasn’t supposed to be pretty. It was supposed to hit you in the gut, in your boots, in the beer-soaked flag you wave at the county fair when fireworks light up the summer sky.

Toby Keith’s “Courtesy of the Red White and Blue” still makes people squirm, and that’s the whole point. A song that tells the world we’ll come at you with a boot, not an apology. Maybe that’s crude. Maybe it’s damn near perfect. Either way, crank it up next time you need to remember what raw, unfiltered patriotism sounds like. American pride born in loss and belted out with a whiskey growl.

And yeah, you better believe that boot’s still aimed square at your ass if you come for the U.S. of A.