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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 advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his trip
To the 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 started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To and PA
He took out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it only one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never a fight
When the was right
So him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a slainte Joe and go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your 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 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 advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his trip
To the 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 started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To and PA
He took out
With a well-aimed clout
He was heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it only one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never a fight
When the was right
So him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a slainte Joe and go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your 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 born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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