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, Sunday morning   Begging money from a man I didn't know   She took me in and wiped away my childhood   A lady of the streets this woman Rose.      Chorus:   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.      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   From life's bramble bush, I picked a rose.      Chorus:   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.      Chorus:   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.      Is the only kind of life I'll understand...