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The Body Of An American 
Medium
by The Pogues
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The Cadillac by the house
And the they were within
And the tinker boys advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned 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 shores 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 telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
to New City boys
To and PA
He took them out
With 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 slashed 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 never a fight
the was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
With a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
on the harbou
When I said to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset 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
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 born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the they were within
And the tinker boys advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned 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 shores 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 telling jokes
And the they got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
to New City boys
To and PA
He took them out
With 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 slashed 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 never a fight
the was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' left to say
With a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
on the harbou
When I said to you
I remember how I swore
I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset 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
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 born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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