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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 were within
And the tinker boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the where the men lay
So big Jim Dwyer 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 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 well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never a fight
When the fight was right
So sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The of the rosary
wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I goodbye to you
I how I swore
I'd to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd you
I always did and I always will
thee well
Gone 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 man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the were within
And the tinker boys they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the where the men lay
So big Jim Dwyer 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 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 well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
But he never a fight
When the fight was right
So sent him to the war
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The of the rosary
wine from far away
I'm a born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
I goodbye to you
I how I swore
I'd to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd you
I always did and I always will
thee well
Gone 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 man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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