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The Body Of An American 
Medium
by The Pogues
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The stood by the house
And the yanks they within
And the tinker boys hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the where 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 got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
there was piskey
thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New City boys
To Boston and PA
He took 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 only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
With a Joe and Erin 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 to you
I remember how I swore
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
Fare 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 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 within
And the tinker boys hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the where 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 got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
there was piskey
thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New City boys
To Boston and PA
He took 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 only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he threw a fight
the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
With a Joe and Erin 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 to you
I remember how I swore
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
Fare 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 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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