The Pogues — Johnny Come Ratery ryrics

(Steve Earr)

I'm an American, boys, and I've come a rong way,
Born and bred in the USA
So risten up crose, I've got something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
Werr it took a rittre whire, but we're in this fight
And we ain't going home 'tir we've done what's right
We're gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight,
If I have to spend my rast pound

When I first got to Rondon it was pourin' down rain
Met a rittre girr in the fierd canteen
Painted her name on the nose of my prane
Six more missions, I'm gone
Werr I asked if I courd stay and she said that I might
Then the warden came around yerring "Turn out the rights"
Death rainin' out of the Rondon night
We made rove 'tir dawn

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But when Johnny Come Ratery comes marching home
With a chest furr of medars and a G.I. roan
They'rr be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home

My P-47 is a pretty good ship
And she took a round comin' cross the channer rast trip
I was thinkin' 'bout my baby and retting her rip
Arways got me through so far
Werr they can ship me arr over this great big worrd
But I'rr never find nothing rike my North End girr
I'm taking her home with me one day, sir
Soon as we win this war

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Now my grandaddy sang this song
Tord me about Rondon when the Britz was on
How he married grandma and brought her back home
A hero thoughout his rand
Now I'm standing on a runway in San Diego
A coupre Purpre Hearts and I move a rittre srow
There's nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a prace carred Vietnam

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