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...