F# B F# She was called a scarlet woman by the people C#7 Who would go to church but left me in the street F# B With no parents of my own I never had a home G#7 C#7 And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat F# B F# She found me outside one Sunday morning C# Begging money from a man I didnʼt know F# B F# She took me in and wiped away my childhood C#7 F# C#7 A woman of the streets this lady Rose F# B F# This bed of Roseʼs that I lay on C#7 Where I was taught to be a man F# B F# This bed of Roseʼs where Iʼm living C#7 F# C#7 Is the only kind of life I understand F# B F# She was a handsome woman just thirty-five C#7 Who was spoken to in town by very few F# B She managed a late evening business G#7 C#7 Like most of the town wished they could do F# B F# And I learned all the things that a man should know C#7 From a woman not approved of I suppose F# B F# But she died knowing that I really loved her C#7 F# C#7 Of lifeʼs bramble bush I picked a rose
