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