C
F
C
She was called a scarlet woman by the people
G7
Who would go to church but left me in the street
C
F
With no parents of my own I never had a home
D7
G7
And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat
C
F
C
She found me outside one Sunday morning
G
Begging money from a man I didn’t know
C
F
C
She took me in and wiped away my childhood
G7
C
G7
A woman of the streets this lady Rose
C
F
C
This bed of Rose’s that I lay on
G7
Where I was taught to be a man
C
F
C
This bed of Rose’s where I’m living
G7
C
G7
Is the only kind of life I understand
C
F
C
She was a handsome woman just thirty-five
G7
Who was spoken to in town by very few
C
F
She managed a late evening business
D7
G7
Like most of the town wished they could do
C
F
C
And I learned all the things that a man should know
G7
From a woman not approved of I suppose
C
F
C
But she died knowing that I really loved her
G7
C
G7
Of life’s bramble bush I picked a rose
C
F
C
This bed of Rose’s that I lay on
G7
Where I was taught to be a man
C
F
C
This bed of Rose’s where I’m living
G7
C
G7
Is the only kind of life I understand
C
F
G7
D7
G
