Bed Of Roses

Bed Of Roses - Knightsbridge

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

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

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 understand

She was handsome woman just thirty five

Who was spoken to in town by very few

She managed the 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

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 understand

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 understand ohhhh