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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 they were within
And the tinker boys hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his trip
To the where his father's laid
But fifteen later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles 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 there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New 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 fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For or dice or whores
But he a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare well
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 wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I said to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I 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 in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was heard to say
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the they were within
And the tinker boys hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his trip
To the where his father's laid
But fifteen later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles 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 there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New 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 fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For or dice or whores
But he a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare well
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 wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I said to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I 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 in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was heard to say
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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