| She was called a scarlet woman by the people
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| Who would go to church but left me in the streets
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| With no parents of my own, I never had a home
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| But 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
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| This bed of roses that I lay on Where I was taught to be a man
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| This bed of roses where I’m livin'
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| Is the only kind of life I’ll understand
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| She was a handsome woman just thirty-five
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| Who was spoken to in town by very few
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| She managed a late evening business
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| Like most of the town wished they could do And I learned all the things that a man should know
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| From a woman not approved of, I suppose
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| She died knowing someone really loved her
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| From life’s bramble bush I picked a rose
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| This bed of roses that I lay on Where I was taught to be a man
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| This bed of roses where I’m livin'
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| Is the only kind of life I’ll understand
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| This bed of roses that I lay on Where I was taught to be a man
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| This bed of roses where I’m livin'
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| Is the only kind of life I’ll understand |