She called a scarlet woman by the people Who would go to church but left me in the streets With no parents of my I never had a home And a eighteen year old boy has got to eat She found me outside Sunday morning Begging money from a man I didn't know She took me in 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 a man This bed Rose's where I'm livin' is the only kind of life I'll understand
She was a handsome woman just 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 that man should know From a woman not approved of I suppose She died knowing someone really loved her life's bramble bush I picked a rose This bed of Rose's... This bed of Rose's...