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The Body Of An American 
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The Cadillac stood by the house
And the 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 where the dead 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 taste of whiskey
There was giving 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 well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New City boys
To Boston and PA
He took out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a born man of the USA
He the champ 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 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
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
With a Joe and go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I 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 free born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
And the 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 where the dead 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 taste of whiskey
There was giving 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 well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New City boys
To Boston and PA
He took out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a born man of the USA
He the champ 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 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
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
With a Joe and go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I 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 free born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
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