Текст песни Bed Of Roses - The Statler Brothers
She
was
called
a
scarlet
woman
by
the
people
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,
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
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
Off
life's
bramble
bush,
I
picked
a
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
understand
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
understand
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