A Different Kind Of Flower

| A | A7 | A7 | D | D | D She came down from Boston to be closer to her mother G D And to try a little taste of country life A7 She was her mother's only daughter from a good school D Where they taught her how to walk and talk and fold a napkin right D I was boots and Levis born for driving cows and planting corn G And anything that sparkled caught my eye A A7 She was a different kind of flower nothing like my country clover D But I figured I could touch her if I tried G A7 D G I only meant to touch her just one time and let her go D G Em A7 But touching her was loving her and how was I to know G A7 D G That she'd be the kind of flower calloused hands would never hold A7 D While I was reaching for her body, she was reaching for my soul | D | A7 | A7 | A7 | D | D | D She went back to Boston my soul is all it cost me G D Just to touch her now I wish I'd never tried A A7 She was a different kind of flower and after having known her D I just can't keep country clover on my mind G A7 D G I only meant to touch her just one time and let her go D G Em A7 But touching her was loving her and how was I to know G A7 D G That she'd be the kind of flower calloused hands would never hold A7 D While I was reaching for her body, she was reaching for my soul