She Was Called A Scarlet Woman By The People

Who Would Go To Church But Left Me In The Street

With No Parents Of My Own,I Never Had A Home

And An Eighteen Year Old Boy Has Got To Eat



She Found Me Outside One Sunday Morning

Taking 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



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This Bed Of Roses That I Lay On

Where I Was Taught To Be A Man

This Bed Of Roses Where I'm Living

Is The Only Kind Of Love I Understand



She Was A Handsome Woman Just Thirty-four

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

But She Died Knowing That I Really Loved Her

Off Life's Bramble Bush,I Picked A Rose