Lyrics of 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 roses that i lay on where i was taught to love a man
This bed of roses 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 roses that i lay on where i was taught to love a man
This bed of roses where i'm livin' is the only kind of life i'll understand