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Lyrics by: Harold Reid
# Debut Chart
9 Nov '70 Country
58 Jan '71 Hot 100

Lyrics

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 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


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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 living 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 bramblebush 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 living 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 living Is the only kind of life I understand oo-oo-oo-oooo

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