Bed Of Rose's

She was called a scarlet woman by the people



Who would go to church but leave me in the street



With no parents of my own I never had a home



And a fifteen year old girl 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 that woman

of the street this lady Rose



This bed of Rose's that I lay on where I was taught to love 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'd do



I learned all the things 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...