Lyrics of Bed of rose's

She was called a scarlet woman by the people
Who would go to church but left me in the streets
With no parents of my own, i never had a home
But an eighteen year old boy 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
A woman of the streets this lady rose

This bed of roses that i lay on
Where i was taught to be 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 could do

And i learned all the things that a man should know
From a woman not approved of, i suppose
She died knowing that i 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 be a man
This bed of roses where i'm livin'
Is the only kind of life i'll understand

This bed of roses that i lay on
Where i was taught to be a man
This bed of roses where i'm livin'
Is the only kind of life i'll understand