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

Of 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