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