Different Kind Of Flower

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

And anything that sparkled caught my eye

She was a different kind of flower nothing 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 touching her was loving her and how was I to know

That she´d be the kind of flower calloused hands would never hold

While I was reaching for her body she was reaching for my soul

Just to touch her now I wish I´d never tried

She was a different kind of flower and after having known her

I just can´t keep country clover on my mind

I only meant to touch her just one time and let her go

But touching her was loving her and how was I to know

That she´d be the kind of flower calloused hands would never hold

While I was reaching for her body she was reaching for my soul