Lyrics
She was a handsome woman just thirty-five, from life s bramble bush i picked a rose, she was called a scarlet woman by the people
I never had a home, this bed of roses where i m livin
with no parents of my own
She found me outside one sunday morning, is the only kind of life i ll understand Roses, is the only kind of life i ll understand
From a woman not approved of, who was spoken to in town by very few, this bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man
Is the only kind of life i ll understand, but an eighteen year old boy has got to eat, begging money from a man i didn t know
Begging money from a man i didn t know, she found me outside one sunday morning
She was a handsome woman just thirty-five, a woman of the streets this lady rose Statler, this bed of roses where i m livin
Begging money from a man i didn t know, she took me in and wiped away my childhood, from a woman not approved of
she was called a scarlet woman by the people
From life s bramble bush i picked a rose, she found me outside one sunday morning
she died knowing someone really loved her
She took me in and wiped away my childhood, i never had a home Roses, this bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man
who was spoken to in town by very few
Is the only kind of life i ll understand, i never had a home
but an eighteen year old boy has got to eat
She was a handsome woman just thirty-five, this bed of roses where i m livin
This bed of roses where i m livin, she took me in and wiped away my childhood Of, this bed of roses where i m livin
Like most of the town wished they could do and i learned all the things that a man should know, this bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man Of, but an eighteen year old boy has got to eat
like most of the town wished they could do and i learned all the things that a man should know
She found me outside one sunday morning, this bed of roses where i m livin, from life s bramble bush i picked a rose
But an eighteen year old boy has got to eat, i never had a home
Like most of the town wished they could do and i learned all the things that a man should know, this bed of roses where i m livin
She managed a late evening business, who was spoken to in town by very few Of, she took me in and wiped away my childhood
Like most of the town wished they could do and i learned all the things that a man should know, a woman of the streets this lady rose
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
like most of the town wished they could do and i learned all the things that a man should know
like most of the town wished they could do and i learned all the things that a man should know
this bed of roses where i m livin
begging money from a man i didn t know
this bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man
she took me in and wiped away my childhood
Is the only kind of life i ll understand, is the only kind of life i ll understand Of, this bed of roses where i m livin
Like most of the town wished they could do and i learned all the things that a man should know, this bed of roses where i m livin
but an eighteen year old boy has got to eat
From a woman not approved of, this bed of roses where i m livin
This bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man, this bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man
who would go to church but left me in the streets
Like most of the town wished they could do and i learned all the things that a man should know, she found me outside one sunday morning, is the only kind of life i ll understand
Is the only kind of life i ll understand, who was spoken to in town by very few
She managed a late evening business, who would go to church but left me in the streets
who would go to church but left me in the streets
She died knowing someone really loved her, but an eighteen year old boy has got to eat, this bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man
This bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man, she took me in and wiped away my childhood, with no parents of my own
She died knowing someone really loved her, she took me in and wiped away my childhood, this bed of roses that i lay on where i was taught to be a man
She found me outside one sunday morning, begging money from a man i didn t know Bed, begging money from a man i didn t know
She found me outside one sunday morning, she was called a scarlet woman by the people, this bed of roses where i m livin
She died knowing someone really loved her, is the only kind of life i ll understand
