A Different Kind Of Flower lyrics

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.