Bed Of Rose's
She was called a scarlet woman by the people
- She was called a scarlet woman by the people
- Who would go to church but left me in the street
- With no parents of my own I never had a home
- And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat
- She found me outside one Sunday morning
- Begging money from a man I didn't know
- She took me in and wiped away my childhood
- A woman of the streets this lady Rose
- This bed of Rose's that I lay on
- Where I was taught to be a man
- This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
- Is the only kind of life I understand
- She was a handsome woman just thirty-five
- Who was spoken to in town by very few
- She managed a late evening business
- Like most of the town wished they could do
- And I learned all the things that a man should know
- From a woman not approved of I suppose
- But she died knowing that I really loved her
- Off life's bramble bush I picked a rose
- This bed of Rose's that I lay on
- Where I was taught to be a man
- This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
- Is the only kind of life I understand
- This bed of Rose's that I lay on
- Where I was taught to be a man
- This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
- Is the only kind of life I understand
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