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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 with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the where the men lay
So big Jim 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 lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New 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 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 or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
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 back to you one day
And as the came to meet
The on the hill
I told you I'd you
I did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Except to say adieu
To your as blue
As the in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a 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 with a pin'
When we and shook as we had a look
In the where the men lay
So big Jim 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 lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
to New 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 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 or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
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 back to you one day
And as the came to meet
The on the hill
I told you I'd you
I did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
Except to say adieu
To your as blue
As the in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer, the man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a man of the USA
I'm a born man of the USA
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