Bed Of Rose's

She was called a scarlet woman by the people

Who would go to 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 didn't know

She took me in and wiped away my childhood

A woman of the streets this lady

RoseThis bed of roses that

I lay onWhere

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 supposeShe died knowing someone really loved her

From life's bramble bush

I picked a rose

This bed of roses that

I lay onWhere

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 onWhere

I was taught to be a man

This bed of roses where

I'm livin'

Is the only kind of life

I'll understand