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The van was shaking and the driver was sick The apples in the back were a present from the parish I was holding onto every word that he said The stories that he told me made me wish I was dead There hasn't been a tune since the Beatles went weird The country we were in, it was heading for the horrors Find yourself a fiddle and a girl that can play The sound of John McCormack is the sound of today The sound of today In the falling rain I stood The Irish cowboys chopping wood And daring donkeys dancing in the field Looking for a horsey in a one-horse town Met up with the boys so I offered tea and flowers Drinking gin and tonic in the bicycle shop Dying as a drinker is the only way to stop In the falling rain I stood The Irish cowboys chopping wood And daring donkeys dancing in the field Wear your pride without a hood Like Irish cowboys chopping wood And daring donkeys dancing in the field Well, I became a preacher just an hour ago Gathered up my thoughts and I threw them in the bucket If I catch you smiling then you know it's your last If I catch you smiling say goodbye to the past Cause you know it's your last In the falling rain I stood The Irish cowboys chopping wood And daring donkeys dancing in the field Wear your pride without a hood Like Irish cowboys chopping wood And daring donkeys dancing in the field