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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 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 Letras de cancioneslooking 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 From Letras Mania