Period music letra

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

The High Llamas - Letras

• Apricots
• Bach Ze
• Banking on Karma
• Birdies Sing
• Black Ballon
• Campers in Control
• Checking in, Checking out
• Cropduster
• Cuckoo's Out
• Dressing Up The Old Dakota
• Giddy and Gay
• Holland
• Ill-Fitting Suits
• Island People
• Literature Is Fluff
• Market Traders
• Might As well be Dumbo
• Nomads
• Peppy
• Period music
• Pilgrims
• Put yourself down
• Sailing bells
• The bacaroo
• The Dutchman
• The goat Looks
• The goat strings
• The hot revivalist
• The taximan's daughter
• Theaterland
• Tides
• Track goes
• Up in The Hills