Bed of Roses Songtext
von Dailey & Vincent

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
Well 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 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 roses that I lay on
Where I was taught to be a man
This bed of roses where I'm living
Is the only kind of life I understand
This bed of roses that I lay on
Where I was taught to be a man
This bed of roses where I'm living
Is the only kind of life I understand