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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 tinker boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often 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 went one round
He never had no time for reds
For or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the was right
So they sent him to the war
well
away
There's nothin' left to say
a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning 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
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To 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 born man of the USA
And the they were within
And the tinker boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often 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 went one round
He never had no time for reds
For or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the was right
So they sent him to the war
well
away
There's nothin' left to say
a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning 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
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To 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 born man of the USA
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