G C G She was called a scarlet woman by the people D7 Who would go to church but left me in the street G C With no parents of my own I never had a home A7 D7 And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat G C G She found me outside one Sunday morning D Begging money from a man I didnʼt know G C G She took me in and wiped away my childhood D7 G D7 A woman of the streets this lady Rose G C G This bed of Roseʼs that I lay on D7 Where I was taught to be a man G C G This bed of Roseʼs where Iʼm living D7 G D7 Is the only kind of life I understand G C G She was a handsome woman just thirty-five D7 Who was spoken to in town by very few G C She managed a late evening business A7 D7 Like most of the town wished they could do G C G And I learned all the things that a man should know D7 From a woman not approved of I suppose G C G But she died knowing that I really loved her D7 G D7 Of lifeʼs bramble bush I picked a rose
