I work down at Ashbury Hills,
Minimum wage but it pays the bills
Cleaning floors, and leading hyms 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
till your daddy gets home.
She goes on about the weather and how she can't believe it's already 1943.
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 the family that I never had.
Well sometimes I find myself wishing I'd been there
She calls me Raymond. She thinks I'm her son,
tells me get washed up for supper
for your daddy gets home.
She goes on about the weather and 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
for your daddy gets home.
She goes on about the weather and how she can't believe it's already 1943.
She calls me Raymond, and that's alright by me
She calls me Raymond,
that's alright by me.