Ray Price "Different Kind of Flower" |
(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... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |