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The Body Of An American 
Medium
by The Pogues
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The Cadillac by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim made his last trip
To the where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first of whiskey
was giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started jokes
And the they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it went 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
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 free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come 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' left 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 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 yanks they were within
And the boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim made his last trip
To the where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first of whiskey
was giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started jokes
And the they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it went 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
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 free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come 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' left 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 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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