The Statler Brothers - Bed of Roses

      
 
 Transcribed: J. Jezard
 Subject: Bed of Roses
 
 You'll have to figure out how it starts. I still can't figure it out.
 
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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 kinfolk 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
                                         E 
 Begging money from someone I didn't know
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 She took me in a wipe away my childhood
                             E         A 
 A woman of the streets, that lady rose
 
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 This bed of rose's that I lay on, where I was taught to be a man
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 This bed of rose's that I live in, is the only kind of life I understand
 
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 she was a handsome woman just fourty-five, who was spoken to in town by very
 few
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 She managed a late evening business, like most of the town wish they could
 do.
 
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 Well I learned all the things, that a man should know
                                       E 
 from a woman not approved of I suppose
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 but she died knowing that I really loved her, from life bramble bush I
 picked a rose