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