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