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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 they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room 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
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 there was piskey
Fare thee well
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 fought the champ 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 never a fight
When the was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
I'd to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I always did and I 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 free 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 they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room 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
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 there was piskey
Fare thee well
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 fought the champ 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 never a fight
When the was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
I'd to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd love you
I always did and I 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 free 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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