She was called a scarlet woman by the people

Who would go to church but leave me in the street

With no parents of my own I never had a home

And a fifteen year old girl 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 that woman
of the street this lady Rose

This bed of Rose's that I lay on where I was taught to love 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'd do

I learned all the things a man should know from a woman
not approved of I suppose

She died knowing someone really loved her from life's
bramble bush I picked a rose

This bed of Rose's...

This bed of Rose's...