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The Body Of An American 
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by The Pogues
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The Cadillac by the house
And the yanks were within
And the boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we 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 giving 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 bastard there was piskey
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He 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 slashed him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he a fight
the fight was right
So sent him to the war
thee well
away
There's nothin' to say
With a slainte Joe and go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
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 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 were within
And the boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we 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 giving 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 bastard there was piskey
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He 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 slashed him to the ground
He took on Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he a fight
the fight was right
So sent him to the war
thee well
away
There's nothin' to say
With a slainte Joe and go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
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 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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