More Info She came down from Boston to be closer to her mother
And to try a little taste of country life
She was a different kind of flower from the 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
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
