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The Body Of An American 
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The Cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never a fight
When the was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare well
away
There's nothin' to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The on the hill
I you I'd always love you
I did and I always will
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never a fight
When the was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare well
away
There's nothin' to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The on the hill
I you I'd always love you
I did and I always will
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
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