John's family, it was everything And the children were his life And the neighbours always spoke of John so well For once the cards stacked in his favour And the offer came his way Twenty pounds for one night's work, he might as well John drove his lorry down an empty road From Carryduff through Saintfield, Tollymore But they found poor John's body On the side of the lonely road And the neighbours heard the police tap on the door Well, the police they took the phone call It said there'd been some mistake And apologies were sent to all concerned Two hooded men had stopped John's lorry On the side of the lonely road But their bullet had been meant for someone else John's family tried to understand it They prayed in church for strength to pull them through But they'd been seeing lorries On the sides of the lonely roads From Nineteen Sixty-Nine to 'Ninety-Two This ain't no precious song about Ireland So don't you dare mistake it For the ones that you whistle when you're going home It's not all leaving from some harbour It's not all step into my parlour Why should Irish Eyes keep smiling through it all? Well, there were investigations Five minutes on the news And the mass card wore a picture of John's face There was outrage Two letters in the paper And both sides of the fence, they sensed disgrace And sure enough there were elections Familiar cowboys tried to steal the show Men spoke of changing attitudes While thirteen tired platitudes Pushed hope and poor John's lorry off the road This ain't no precious song about Ireland So don't you dare mistake it For the ones that you whistle when you're going home It's not all leaving from some harbour It's not all step into my parlour Why should Irish Eyes keep smiling? Why should Irish Eyes keep smiling through it all?