A Different Kind Of Flower Testo

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.