Ricky Warwick - When Patsy Cline Was Crazy (And Guy Mitchell Sang the Blues) lyrics

[Verse 1] Red hands as big as Ulster Stubble on his chin We 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