Bed of Roses

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She was called a scarlet woman by the people

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Who would go to church but left me in the street.

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With no parents of my own, I never had a home,

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And an eighteen-year-old boy has got to eat.

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She found me outside one Sunday morning,

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Begging money from a man I didn’t know.

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She took me in and wiped away my childhood.

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A woman of the streets, this lady Rose.

Chorus:
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This bed of Rose’s that I lay on

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Where I was taught to be a man.

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This bed of Rose’s where I’m living

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Is the only kind of life I understand.

Verse 2

She was a handsome woman just thirty-five
Who was spoken to in town by very few.
She managed late evening business
Like most of the town wished they could do.
I learned all the things a man should know
From a woman not approved of, I suppose.
But she died knowing I really loved her.
Off life’s bramble bush I picked a rose.
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