I work down at Ashbury Hill Minimum wage, but it pays the bills Cleanin' floors and leadin' 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 1941 She calls me Raymond And that's alright by me
She talks about the clothes on the line in summer air Christmas morning and Thanksgiving prayer And stories of a family that I never had Well sometimes I find myself wishin' 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 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 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
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