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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 were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the where the men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his last trip
To the his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient 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
well
away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took out
a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He the in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny 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 thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The 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 said to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I you I'd love you
I did and I will
Fare 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 free 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 tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and shook as we had a look
In the where the men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his last trip
To the his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient 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
well
away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took out
a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He the in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny 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 thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The 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 said to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I you I'd love you
I did and I will
Fare 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 free 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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