A D A She was called a scarlet woman by the people E7 Who would go to church but left me in the street A D With no parents of my own I never had a home B7 E7 And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat A D A She found me outside one Sunday morning E Begging money from a man I didnʼt know A D A She took me in and wiped away my childhood E7 A E7 A woman of the streets this lady Rose A D A This bed of Roseʼs that I lay on E7 Where I was taught to be a man A D A This bed of Roseʼs where Iʼm living E7 A E7 Is the only kind of life I understand A D A She was a handsome woman just thirty-five E7 Who was spoken to in town by very few A D She managed a late evening business B7 E7 Like most of the town wished they could do A D A And I learned all the things that a man should know E7 From a woman not approved of I suppose A D A But she died knowing that I really loved her E7 A E7 Of lifeʼs bramble bush I picked a rose
