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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 and as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first of whiskey
There was giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all started jokes
And the women got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he never threw 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
a slainte Joe and 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
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd 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 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 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 tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we and as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first of whiskey
There was giving lectures
On Irish history
The men all started jokes
And the women got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' to say
Farewell to New York boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
He fought the in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or or whores
But he never threw 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
a slainte Joe and 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
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd 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 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 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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