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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 they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his trip
To the where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
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
away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So sent him to the war
Fare thee 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 far away
I'm a free man of the USA, yeah!
on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
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 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 born man of the USA
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his trip
To the where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
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
away
There's nothin' left to say
to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So sent him to the war
Fare thee 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 far away
I'm a free man of the USA, yeah!
on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come to you one day
And as the came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
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 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 born man of the USA
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