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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 hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his 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 jokes
And the they got frisky
At 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 and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took 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 was right
So 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
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 come back to you one day
And as the 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
away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was often to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his 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 jokes
And the they got frisky
At 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 and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took 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 was right
So 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
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 come back to you one day
And as the 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
away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was often to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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