Rub It In

This Bed of Rose's - The Statler Brothers

If you read or listen to the lyrics of this song, it'll point out the hypocracies of the the "more desirables" of our society.

She was called a scarlet woman by the people

Who would go to church but left me in the street

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.

Chorus:

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 livin'

Is the only kind of love I understand.

She was a handsome woman, just thirty-four

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 bramble bush, I picked a rose.

Chorus:

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 livin' Is the only kind of love I understand.

Chorus:

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 livin' Is the only kind of love I understand...