You should have seen it, all your favorites have stood there
In the circle, surrounded by friends
With their hats pushed on tight,
And their eyes shining bright,
Your records were coming to life.

There was pickin’ for fun and for Jesus
There were jokes you’d have liked, not too blue
And the gals spinnin’’ round
And the warmth of the sound
We were clappin’ our hands in the pews

The records he kept in the stereo
The eight tracks he kept in the car
As Jake lay there dying, the music kept playing
And soon my daddy was gone.

Without him, the circle feels broken
I look for his light and it’s gone
This music brings him to me
It joins our whole family
His records will keep bringing him home,
His records will keep bringing him home
His records will keep bringing him home,
His records will keep bringing him home
His records will keep bringing him home.
His records will keep bringing him home