Bed Of Roses - 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

I never had a home

But a 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 Rose's that

I lay on where I was taught to be a man

This bed of Rose's 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

I learned all the things that

A man should know

From a woman

Not approved of I suppose

She died knowing someone

Really loved her

Of 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 livin' is the only kind

Of life I'll understand

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 livin' is the only

Kind of life I'll understand

Wu-wu

Wu-wu