Raymond

I work down at Ashbury Hill

Minimum wage, but it pays the bills

Cleaning floors and leading hymns on Sunday

Catherine Davis, room 3-0-3

Sweetest soul you ever could meet

I bring her morning coffee every day

She calls me Raymond

She thinks I'm her son

Tells me get washed up for supper

'Fore your daddy gets home

She goes on about the weather

How she can't believe it's already 1943

And she calls me Raymond

And that's alright by me

She talks about clothes on the line, 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

'Fore your daddy gets home

She goes on about the weather

How she can't believe it's already 1943

And she calls me Raymond

And that's alright 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

'Fore your daddy gets home

When she goes on about the weather

How she can't believe it's already 1943

She calls me Raymond

And that's alright by me

And she calls me Raymond

And that's alright by me