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