A DIFFERENT KIND OF FLOWER WRITER GARY SEFTON

She came down from Boston to be closer to her
mother and try to taste a little of country life.
She was her mother's only daughter from a good
school where They taught her how to walk and talk
and fold a napkin right. I was boots and Levis
born for drivin' cows and plantin' corn and
anything that sparkled caught my eye. She was a
different kind of flower, nothin' like my
country clover, but I figured I could touch her if
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/Fog5I tried. I only meant to touch her just one time
and let her go, but touchin' her was lovin'
her and how was I to know that she'd be the kind
of flower calloused hands would never hold. While
I was reachin' for her body, she was reachin'
for my soul. She went back to Boston, my soul is
all it cost me, just to touch her, now I wish
I'd never tried. She was a different kind of
flower and after havin' known her I just can't
keep country clover on my mind.