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The Body Of An American 
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by The Pogues
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The Cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer 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 lectures
On Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At 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 City boys
To Boston 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 one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a slainte 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 how I swore
I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening 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' 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 often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
And the yanks they were within
And the hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer 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 lectures
On Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At 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 City boys
To Boston 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 one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a slainte 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 how I swore
I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening 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' 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 often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
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