Bed Of Roses
Statler Brothers
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she was called the scarlet woman by the people
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Who would go to Church, but left me in the street
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With no Parents of my own, I never had a home
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And a eighteen year old boy has got to eat
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She found me outside one Sunday morning
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Begging money from someone I didn''''t know
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She took me in a wipe away my childhood
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A woman of the streets, that lady rose
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This bed of rose''''s that I lay on,
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Where I was taught to be a man
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This bed of rose''''s where Im livin,
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Is the only kind of life I understand
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She was a handsome woman just thirty-five,
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Who was spoken to in town by very few
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She managed a late evening business,
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Like most of the town wish they could do.
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And I learned all the things, that a man should know
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From a woman not approved of I suppose,
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But she died knowing that I really loved her.
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From life bramble bush I picked a rose.
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This bed of rose''''s that I lay on,
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Where I was taught to be a man
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This bed of rose''''s where Im livin,
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Is the only kind of life I understand
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This bed of rose''''s that I lay on,
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Where I was taught to be a man
A D A
This bed of rose''''s where Im livin,
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Is the only kind of life I understand
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