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The Body Of An American Medium
by The Pogues
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The Cadillac by the house
And the they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
bastard there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only one round
He never had no for reds
For drink or or whores
But he never threw a fight
the was right
So him to the war
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' to say
a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
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 evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your 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 they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we and as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all telling jokes
And the women got frisky
At o'clock in the evening
bastard there was piskey
Fare well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New York boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only one round
He never had no for reds
For drink or or whores
But he never threw a fight
the was right
So him to the war
Fare thee well
away
There's nothin' to say
a Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
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 evening on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Except to say adieu
To your 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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