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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 as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our taste of whiskey
was giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
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 often heard to say
I'm a free 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 had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The 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 eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was 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 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 as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our taste of whiskey
was giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
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 often heard to say
I'm a free 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 had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The 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 eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was 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 born man of the USA
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