the van was shaking and the driver was sick   the apples in the back were a present from the parish   i was holding on to every word that he said   the stories that he told 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 fields      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 fields      wear your pride without a hood   like Irish cowboys chopping wood   and daring donkeys dancing in the fields      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 fields      wear your pride without a hood   like Irish cowboys chopping wood   and daring donkeys dancing in the fields