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