Il testo della A different kind of flower

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 i 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.