| A | A7 | A7 | D | D | [Verse 1]D She came down from Boston to be closer to her motherG D And to try a little taste of country lifeA7 She was her mother's only daughter from a good schoolD Where they taught her how to walk and talk and fold a napkin right [Verse 2]D I was boots and Levis born for driving cows and planting cornG And anything that sparkled caught my eyeA A7 She was a different kind of flower nothing like my country cloverD But I figured I could touch her if I tried [Chorus]G A7 D G I only meant to touch her just one time and let her goD G Em A7 But touching her was loving her and how was I to knowG A7 D G That she'd be the kind of flower calloused hands would never holdA7 D While I was reaching for her body, she was reaching for my soul [Solo]| D | A7 | A7 | A7 | D | D | [Verse 3]D She went back to Boston my soul is all it cost meG D Just to touch her now I wish I'd never triedA A7 She was a different kind of flower and after having known herD I just can't keep country clover on my mind [Chorus]G A7 D G I only meant to touch her just one time and let her goD G Em A7 But touching her was loving her and how was I to knowG A7 D G That she'd be the kind of flower calloused hands would never holdA7 D While I was reaching for her body, she was reaching for my soul
A Different Kind Of Flower
Bobby Flores
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