(Shane MacGowan)
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The cadillac stood by the house
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And the yanks they were within
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And the tinker boys they hissed advice
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'Hot-wire her with a pin'
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Then we turned and shook as we had a look
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In the room where the dead men lay
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So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
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To the home where his father's laid
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But fifteen minutes later
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We had our first taste of whiskey
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There was uncles giving lectures
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On ancient Irish history
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The men all started telling jokes
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And the women they got frisky
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At five o'clock in the evening
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Every bastard there was piskey
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Fare thee well going away
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There's nothing left to say
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Farewell to New York City boys
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To Boston and PA
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He took them out
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With a well-aimed clout
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He was often heard to say
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I'm a free born man of the USA
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He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
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And he slashed him to the ground
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He took on Tiny Tartanella
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And it only went one round
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He never had no time for reds
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For drink or dice or whores
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And he never threw a fight
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Unless the fight was right
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So they sent him to the war
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Fare the well gone away
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There's nothing left to say
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With a slainte Joe and Erin go
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My love's in Amerikay
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The calling of the rosary
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Spanish wine from far away
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I'm a free born man of the USA
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This morning on the harbour
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When I said goodbye to you
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I remember how I swore
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That I'd come back to you one day
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And as the sunset came to meet
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The evening on the hill
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I told you I'd always love you
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I always did and I always will
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Fare thee well gone away
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There's nothing left to say
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'cept to say adieu
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To your eyes as blue
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As the water in the bay
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And to big Jim Dwyer
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The man of wire
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Who was often heard to say
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I'm a free born man of the USA
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The Body Of An American
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| The Pogues |
