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 She  called a scarlet woman by the people
 Who would  to church but left me in the streets
 With no parents  my own I never had a home
 And a  year old boy has got to eat
 She found me outside one Sunday 
  money from a man I didn't know
 She took  in and wiped away my childhood
 A  of the streets this lady Rose
 This bed of Rose's that I lay  where I was taught to be a man
 This bed of Rose's where I'm livin' is the  kind of life I'll understand
 
 She  a handsome woman just thirty-five who was spoken to in town by very few
 She managed a  evening business like most of the town wished they could do
 I learned all the things that a man  know
  a woman not approved of I suppose
 She died knowing someone really loved  from life's bramble bush I picked a rose
 This bed  Rose's...
 This  of Rose's...