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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 living
Is the only kind of life I 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
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 living
Is the only kind of life I understand
