Period Music Songtext

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