Bed of Roses

she was called a scarlet woman by the people

who would goto church but left me in the streets

with no parents of my own, i never had a home

but an eighteen year old boy has got to eat

she found me outside one sunday morning

begging money from a man i did't know

she took me in and wiped away my childhood

a woman of the streets this lady rose

this bed of roses that i lay on

where i was taught to be a man

this bed of roses where i'm livin'

is the only kind of life i'll 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 suppse

she died knowing someone really loved her

from life's bramble bush i picked a rose

this bed of roses that i lay on

where i was taught to be a man

this bed of roses where i'm livin'

is the only kind of life i'll understand

this bed of roses that i lay on

where i was taught to be a man

this bed of roses where i'm livin'

is the only kind of life i'll understand