Bed Of Roses
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 mornig
Begging money from a man I didn't know
She took me in and wiped away my childhood
A lady of the street this woman Rose
This bed of Roses that I lay on
Where I was taught to be a man
This bed of roses where I'm laying
Is the only kind of life I'll understand
She was a handsome woman of 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 a man should know
From a woman not approved of I supose
But she died knowing that I really loved her
From lifes bramble bush I picked a rose
Chorus twice & ends
Is the only kind of life I'll understand
