Karaoké Bed of Rose's The Statler Brothers

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 mornin'

Beggin' 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 understand

She was a handsome woman just thirty-five who was spoken to in town by very few

She managed a late evenin' 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 knowin' that I really loved her

Off 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 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 understand

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