Raymond

I work down at Ashbury Hills

Minimum wage but it pays the bills

Cleanin' floors and leading hymns on Sunday

Katherine Davis, room 303

Sweetest soul you ever could meet

I bring her morning coffee everyday

She calls me Raymond

She thinks I'm her son

Tells me get washed up for supper

Before your daddy gets home

She goes on about the weather

How she can't believe it's already 1943

She calls me Raymond

And that's all right by me

She talks about clothes on the line in the summer air

Christmas morning and Thanksgiving prayer

And stories of a family that I never had

Well, sometimes I find myself wishing I'd been there

When she calls me Raymond

She thinks I'm her son

Tells me get washed up for supper

Before your daddy gets home

She goes on about the weather

How she can't believe it's already 1943

She calls me Raymond

And that's all right by me

There's a small white cross in Arlington

Reads Raymond Davis '71

Until she can see his face again

I'm gonna fill in the best I can

When she calls me Raymond

She thinks I'm her son

Tells me get washed up for supper

Before your daddy gets home

She goes on about the weather

How she can't believe it's already 1943

She calls me Raymond

And that's all right by me

And she calls me Raymond

And that's all right by me