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...