Brett Eldredge - Raymond
I work down at Ashbury HillsMinimum wage but it pays the billsCleanin' floors and leading hymns on SundayKatherine Davis, room 303Sweetest soul you ever could meetI bring her morning coffee everydayShe calls me RaymondShe thinks I'm her sonTells me get washed up for supperBefore your daddy gets homeShe goes on about the weatherHow she can't believe it's already 1943She calls me RaymondAnd that's all right by meShe talks about clothes on the line in the summer airChristmas morning and Thanksgiving prayerAnd stories of a family that I never hadWell, sometimes I find myself wishing I'd been thereWhen she calls me RaymondShe thinks I'm her sonTells me get washed up for supperBefore your daddy gets homeShe goes on about the weatherHow she can't believe it's already 1943She calls me RaymondAnd that's all right by meThere's a small white cross in ArlingtonReads Raymond Davis '71Until she can see his face againI'm gonna fill in the best I canWhen she calls me RaymondShe thinks I'm her sonTells me get washed up for supperBefore your daddy gets homeShe goes on about the weatherHow she can't believe it's already 1943She calls me RaymondAnd that's all right by meAnd she calls me RaymondAnd that's all right by me
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