[Verse 1]
Red hands as big as Ulster
Stubble on his chin
We'd wrestle on the front room floor
And his beard would burn my skin
When Dickie Davis told us
That Lester's horse had won
I'd run along behind him
And he'd shield me from the sun
With the money from their winnin’s
They'd sing and drink till dawn
And I got to stay up late at night
And put their records on
Dusty Springfield, dusty case
He kept the music in
Bobby Darin, Mack The Knife
And a love that I can't win

[Chorus]
I'd pile them high
(I’d pile them high)
The 45s
(The 45s)
That he would make me choose
When Patsy Cline was crazy
And Guy Mitchell sang the blues

[Verse 2]
But when I wasn't lookin’
The music moved away
Hank Williams never came around
And Sinatra wouldn't stay
And talkin’ to the old man
Was filled with hurt and pain
So Johnny Ray would spend his nights
Just walkin’ in the rain

[Chorus]
I'd pile them high
(I’d pile them high)
The 45s
(The 45s)
That he would make me choose
When Patsy Cline was crazy
And Guy Mitchell sang the blues

[Vesre 3]
Now I’m sittin’ here on Island Hill
And both of them have gone
But on the wind, I hear him laugh
"Son, put the records on."
If I could have just one more night
I know that I'd still choose
When Patsy Cline was crazy
And Guy Mitchell sang the blues
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
When Patsy Cline was crazy
When Patsy Cline was crazy
When Patsy Cline was crazy