Bed of Roses

LETRA

Bed of Roses

She was called a scarlet woman by the people
Who would go to church but left me in the streets
With no parents of my own I never had a home
And a eighteen year old boy has got to eat
She found me outside one Sunday morning
Begging 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
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
I learned all the things that a man should know
From a woman not approved of I suppose
She died knowing someone really loved her from life's bramble
bush I picked a rose
This bed of Rose's...
This bed of Rose's...

Más abajo podrás valorar y comentar la canción Bed of Roses.