Raymond

I work down at Ashberry Hills Minimum wage, but it pays the bills Cleaning 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 Stories of a family that I never had 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 She calls me Raymond, and that's all right by me