***The Body Of An American - by Shane MacGowan
from the EP "Poguetry In Motion"

The Body Of An American - as perfomed by The Pogues

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The cadillac stood by the house and the Yanks they were within
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And the tinker boys they hissed advice 'Hot wire her with a pin'
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We turned and shook as we had a look in the room where the dead man lay
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So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip to the shores where his fathers laid

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Fifteen minutes later we had our first taste of whiskey
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There was uncles giving lectures on ancient Irish history
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The men all started telling jokes and the women they got frisky
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At five o' clock in the evening every bastard there was pisskey

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Fare thee well going away there's nothing left to say
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Farewell to New York City boys to Boston and P A
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He took them out will a well-aimed clout he was often heard to say
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I'm a free born man of the U.S.A.

He fought the champ 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 red, for drink, or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight when the fight was right
So they sent him to the war

Fare thee well going away there's nothing left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go my love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the U.S.A.

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This morning on the harbour when I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore that I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet the evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you, I always did, I always will

Fare thee well going away there's nothing left to say
'cept to say adieu to your eyes as blue as the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer the man of wire who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the U.S.A.
A free born man of the U.S.A.
A free born man of the U.S.A.