6 6 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6 6 -6 6 She was called a scarlet woman by the people 7 -8 8 8 8 -8 7 7 -7 7 -8 Who would go to church but left me in the street. 7 -8 8 8 8 8 -8 7 7 -8 7 -6 6 With no parents of my own, I never had a home, -7 7 -8 -8 -8 -8 -8 7 -7 7 -8 And an eighteen-year-old boy has got to eat. 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6 -6 -6 6 She found me outside one Sunday morning, 7 -8 8 8 8 -8 7 7 -7 7 -8 Begging money from a man I didn't know. 6 6 6 6 6 -5 -5 6 -6 -6 6 She took me in and wiped away my childhood. -8 8 8 8 7 6 -8 7 -7 7 A woman of the streets, this lady Rose. Chorus: 6 6 6 -5-5 6 -6 -6 6 This bed of Rose's that I lay on 7 8 -8 7 7 -7 7 -8 Where I was taught to be a man. 6 6 6 -5-5 6 -6 -6 6 This bed of Rose's where I'm living 7 -8 8 8 8 7 6 -7 7 -7 7 Is the only kind of life I understand. Verse 2 She was a handsome woman just thirty-five Who was spoken to in town by very few. She managed late evening business Like most of the town wished they could do. I learned all the things a man should know From a woman not approved of, I suppose. But she died knowing I really loved her. Off life's bramble bush I picked a rose. -Chorus-