A Different Kind Of Flower Video:
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.