Karaoké Bed of Roses The Indians

She was called a scarlet woman by the people

Who would go to church but left me in the street

With no parents of my own

I never had a home and an eighteen year old boy has got to eat

She found me outside one Sunday morning

Taking money from a man

I didn't know

She took me in and wiped away my childhood

My 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