I work down at Ashbury Hills.
Minimum wage put it pays the bills
Cleaning floors and singing 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 the clothes on the line in the summer air
Christmas morning and Thanksgiving prayer
Stories of a family that I never had
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
She calls me Raymond and that's all right by me
Minimum wage put it pays the bills
Cleaning floors and singing 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 the clothes on the line in the summer air
Christmas morning and Thanksgiving prayer
Stories of a family that I never had
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
She calls me Raymond and that's all right by me
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