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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 boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the where 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 of whiskey
There was uncles 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 thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To and PA
He them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on 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
the fight was right
So him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
wine far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That 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 you
I always did and I will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left 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 man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
And the they were within
And the boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the where 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 of whiskey
There was uncles 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 thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To and PA
He them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on 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
the fight was right
So him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
wine far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That 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 you
I always did and I will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left 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 man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
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