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The Body Of An American 
Medium
by The Pogues
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The Cadillac by the house
And the they were within
And the tinker they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen later
We had our first taste of whiskey
was giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
to New City boys
To and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a 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 one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he never threw a fight
the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I goodbye to you
I how I swore
I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to say adieu
To your eyes 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 born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
And the they were within
And the tinker they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But fifteen later
We had our first taste of whiskey
was giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
to New City boys
To and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a 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 one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he never threw a fight
the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I goodbye to you
I how I swore
I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to say adieu
To your eyes 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 born man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
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