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                      BED OF ROSES by The Statler Brothers

           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 one Sunday morning
           Taking money from a man I didn't know
           She took me in and wiped away my childhood
           A woman of the streets this Lady Rose

           Chorus
           This bed of roses that I lay on
           Where I was taught to be a man
           This bed of roses where I'm living
           Is the only kind of love I understand

           She was a handsome woman just thirty-four
           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
           Off life's bramble bush,I picked a rose