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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 advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the 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 boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He 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 they him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
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 morning on the harbou
I said goodbye to you
I 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 told you I'd 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 in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was 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 they were within
And the boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the 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 boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He 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 they him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
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 morning on the harbou
I said goodbye to you
I 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 told you I'd 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 in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was 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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