She was called a scarlet woman by the people Who would go to church but me in the streets With no parents of my I never had a home And a eighteen year old boy has to eat She found me outside one Sunday morning Begging money from a man I didn't know She took me in and wiped my childhood A woman of the streets lady Rose This bed of Rose's that I lay on where I was taught to be a man This bed of Rose's where I'm livin' is the only kind of life I'll
She was a handsome woman thirty-five who was spoken to in town by very few She managed a late evening business like most of the town they could 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 bush I picked a rose This bed of Rose's... This bed of Rose's...