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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 were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the 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
was uncles giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all started jokes
And the they got frisky
At five 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 boys
To and PA
He them 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 him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no for reds
For or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
the was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd 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 will
Fare 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 heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the 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
was uncles giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all started jokes
And the they got frisky
At five 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 boys
To and PA
He them 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 him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no for reds
For or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
the was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd 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 will
Fare 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 heard to say
I'm a free 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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