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A
A D A
She was called a scarlet woman by the people
E
Who would go to church but left me in the street
A D
With no parents of my own, I never had a home
B7 E
And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat
A D A
She found me outside one Sunday morning
E
Begging money from a man I didn't know
A D A
She took me in and wiped away my childhood
B7 E D A E
A woman of the streets this lady Rose
A D A
This bed of Rose's that I lay on
E
Where I was taught to be a man
A D A
This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
B7 E D A E
Is the only kind of life I understand
A D A
She was a handsome woman, just thirty-five
E
Who was spoken to in town by very few
A D
She managed a Lady of the Evening business
B7 E
Like most of the town wished they could do
A D A
And I learned all the things that a man should know
E
From a woman not approved of I suppose
A D A
But she died knowing that I really loved her
B7 E
Off life's bramble bush, I picked a rose
Idioma
Português
