{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Ray Price- A Different kind of flower ","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=269253&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=269253&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"She came down from Boston to be closer to her mother and try to taste a little of country life. She was her mother\u2019s only daughter from a good school where\r\nThey taught her how to walk and talk and fold a napkin right. I was boots and\r\nLevis born for drivin\u2019 cows and plantin\u2019 corn and anything that sparkled caught my eye. She was a different kind of flower, nothin\u2019 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\u2019 her was lovin\u2019 her and how was I to know that she\u2019d be the kind of flower calloused hands would never hold.\r\nWhile I was reachin\u2019 for her body, she was reachin\u2019 for my soul. She went back to Boston, my soul is all it cost me, just to touch her, now I wish I\u2019d never\r\ntried. She was a different kind of flower and after havin\u2019 known her I just can\u2019t keep country clover on my mind.","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/2\/6\/9\/_\/269253_92186_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"269253"}