And I found a flower in a field
A field of cars and people, rows of concrete, paint, and steel
Manhattan is where it grew

And I thought to cut it from it's steam
And take it from the cracks between the bricks that it lay in
And save it from city strife
Away from the city life

Then someone they whispered in my ear
A country girl can be made out of anybody here
Don't touch it, it loves you not.
Don't touch it, it loves you not.

Cause bluebirds don't fly without their wings
And when we put them in a cage the world can't heart them sing
So selfish when greed sets in
Possession, the king of sin.

And people don't ever let you down
Forever find a way to kill whatever life they've found
A heart beat and I want it too
Manhattan is where she grew.

So I left and I let the flower be
And yesterday I saw the flower on cable tv
Much prettier than here with me
For all the world to see
Much prettier than here with me.