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The Body Of An American 
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by The Pogues
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The by the house
And the yanks they within
And the they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no for reds
For drink or or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they 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
Spanish from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I will
Fare 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 man of the USA
I'm a free man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
And the yanks they within
And the they advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
When we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
But minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard was piskey
Fare thee well
Gone away
There's nothin' left to say
Farewell to New City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He had no for reds
For drink or or whores
But he threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they 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
Spanish from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA, yeah!
This morning on the harbou
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd back to you one day
And as the sunset to meet
The on the hill
I told you I'd always you
I always did and I will
Fare 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 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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