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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 they advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room 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 taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York City boys
To and PA
He them out
a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it went one round
He had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they him to the war
Fare well
Gone 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 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
I'd come back to you one day
And as the came 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' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your 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 born man of the USA
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room 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 taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York City boys
To and PA
He them out
a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it went one round
He had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they him to the war
Fare well
Gone 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 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
I'd come back to you one day
And as the came 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' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your 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 born man of the USA
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