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The Body Of An American 
Medium
by The Pogues
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The Cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they within
And the tinker boys they 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 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 uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard 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 born man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So sent him to the war
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
With a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I said goodbye to you
I how I swore
That I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset 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' left to say
Except to say adieu
To 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 born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks they within
And the tinker boys they 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 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 uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard 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 born man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So sent him to the war
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
With a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I said goodbye to you
I how I swore
That I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset 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' left to say
Except to say adieu
To 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 born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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