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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 advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it went one round
He never had no for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they him to the war
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 far away
I'm a free man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
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 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 advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it went one round
He never had no for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they him to the war
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 far away
I'm a free man of the USA, yeah!
morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
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 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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