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The Body Of An American 
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The stood by the house
And the they 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 made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there 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 out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he 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 they sent him to the war
Fare thee 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 on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
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 born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
And the they 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 made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there 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 out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he 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 they sent him to the war
Fare thee 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 on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
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 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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