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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 within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and as we had a look
In the 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 taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On 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
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
to New York 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 in Pittsburgh
And he slashed 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 well
away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin 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!
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 to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I will
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except 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 born man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
we turned and as we had a look
In the 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 taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On 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
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
to New York 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 in Pittsburgh
And he slashed 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 well
away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin 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!
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 to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I will
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except 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 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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