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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 within
And the tinker boys hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the the dead men lay
So big Jim his last trip
To the shores his father's laid
But later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles lectures
On Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often to say
I'm a 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 dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare 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 man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The on the hill
I you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
Fare 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 born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks they within
And the tinker boys hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the the dead men lay
So big Jim his last trip
To the shores his father's laid
But later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles lectures
On Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often to say
I'm a 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 dice or whores
But he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare 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 man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said to you
I how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The on the hill
I you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will
Fare 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 born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
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