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The Body Of An American 
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The Cadillac by the house
And the yanks they within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the where the dead men lay
So big Jim his last trip
To the his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
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 slashed him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time 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
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the 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 yanks they within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the where the dead men lay
So big Jim his last trip
To the his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
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 slashed him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time 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
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the 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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