video1.0Network.huhttp://network.hu/Ray Price- A Different kind of flower apucsokahttp://network.hu/apucsoka<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=269253&amp;pvol=40&amp;plang=hu&amp;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&amp;pvol=40&amp;plang=hu&amp;host=http://country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" /></object>424345189She 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.http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/2/6/9/_/269253_92186_2.jpg8060269253