When she was young they called her Wild Rose
The ladies in the town turned up their nose
Boys all loved her heaven knows
She would never be tied down
She said she is gettin' out
The first chance she had she'd take it
Don't know when, don't know how
But I know for sure that I'll make it
So on the day that she, she turned 18
She bought her ticket for the Greyhound bus
He looked up from his cowboy hat and said, "Oh baby, what about us?"
She said, "I've got to go, I've got to bloom
But in this small town, babe, there ain't no room for this Wild Rose"

And he looked at her and said
"Well, baby, you can bloom no matter where you are
You don't have to live in the sky to be a star
You don't have to be a sun to shine
Baby, just be mine"

She got on the bus, said, "I just can't stay"
She didn't look back as they pulled away
But the hummin of the tires couldn't drown out the words she heard him say
Right there beside the road, she saw a wild rose
And it bloomed right where God had planted it on and old, rusty barbed wire fence

And all of a sudden it all made sense when he said
"Baby, you can bloom no matter where you are
You don't have to live in the sky to be a star
You don't have to be a sun to shine
Baby, just be mine"

Well the bus pulled away with an empty seat
She made a call sayin, "Baby, come and get me."
They drove all through the night and went home to see an Oklahoma sun rise
Sittin' on the porch late at night
Watchin their babies chasin fireflies
The little one looks up at the sky and says, "I wanna be a star"

And they said, "
Baby, you can bloom no matter where you are
You don't have to live in the sky to be a star"