Brett Eldredge - Raymond Lyrics
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Raymond
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What Are The Lyrics For Raymond By Brett Eldredge?
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 1943 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 She calls me Raymond And that's alright by me |
Who Wrote Raymond By Brett Eldredge?
Brett Ryan Eldridge, Truman Bradley Crisler
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What's The Duration Of The Raymond By Brett Eldredge?The duration of Raymond is 3:39 minutes and seconds. |
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