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 And a 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'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 I learned all the things that a man should know From a woman not approved of I suppose She died knowing someone really loved her From life's bramble bush I picked a rose This bed of rose's... This bed of rose's...