The Crime Of The Century Podcast

Here are the chords and lyrics to "The Careful Gardener" - now you can play along! or make your own version

Intro

G G D D

G G D D

G D

I only have what should be mine

C D

things that came in all due time.

G D

I've let my life flow naturally

C D

The plan unfolding gradually

G D

Some times you find it's hard to wait

G D

And you want to hurry fate

G D

But take you time, don't push yourself

C D

Keep your health, forget the wealth

Em D

The world is full of pain and strife

C D

So tend the garden of your life

Em D

Some things take some time to grow

C D G

So the careful gardener takes things slow…

[Verse 1]

I’m sittin’ in the wrong time zone, guzzled on that hootch and beer

Far away from your heart, shack-bound in the squalor here.

Jehosephat, I’m fetchin’ firewood, a heapin’ pile of loblolly pine

While you’re up in the city-slicker co-op, actin’ like you’re doin’ fine.

[Verse 2]

I’m in the "long-gone-from-your-shack" zone, eatin' chitlins, roped and fat

The sheriff and the marshal’s comin’, whatcha think of that?

You’re pushin’ me away, like a mule that’s lost his spell

But I’m a son of the soil, girl, and I’m doin’ purty well.

[Bridge]

Time is movin’ on, like a diesel engine burnin’ slow

The landlord’s at the rusty gate, got nowhere left to go.

Standing still in the dirt and mud, a Lotto-playin' fool

Lean and mean and thirsty, yonder by the water pool.

[Verse 3]

I want to pair up with you, girl, on the front-porch, wild and damn

Away from the townfolk and their ways, just the way I am.

I’m in the "down-home zone," where the firewood’s stacked up high

With my horse out in the clover, under a dusty Michigand sky.

[Chorus ]

It’ll be our own "Love Zone," if we can afford the price

No pickin’ flyshit outta pepper, girl, wouldn't that be nice?

In our own "Hee-Haw" zone, roped and rodeo-bound

Till they put this Tennessee boy in the everlastin' ground.

[Outro ]

Guzzled caboodle. ...good, poor, jest...

[Verse 1 - The Camping]

We were camping deep in the woods.

We slept. The tent was small.

The ground was hard. I slept anyway.

Then the phone started to ring.

[Verse 2 - The Light]

The light from the screen

made the nylon glow blue.

A blue I had not

seen before. A tent blue.

A three-in-the-morning blue.

[Verse 3 - The Name]

I did not want to

answer it. I watched the name

hover on the screen.

Polo Pante. I don't know

a Polo. I don't know Pante.

[Verse 4 - The Ringing]

They were calling the tent.

They were calling us at three

in the morning. Why?

Who calls a tent? Who calls

two people who are sleeping?

[Verse 5 - The Breathing]

He stayed asleep.

He did not hear the ringing.

He did not see the

blue light. He just breathed against

the side of the tent. A small wind.

[Verse 6 - The Voicemail]

I let it go.

I let it go to voicemail.

I watched the screen go

dark. The tent became a tent again.

The blue was gone.

[Verse 7 -The Boring]

Polo Pante.

It is a boring name.

It sounds like grey.

It sounds like a building

I have never been inside.

[Verse 8 - The Wind]

It sounds like a person

I will never meet.

The wind hits the tent.

He breathes against my shoulder.

I close my eyes.

[Verse 9 - The Darkness]

The phone is dark now.

It is just a phone.

We are just two people

in a tent

in the middle of the night.

[The Outro]

That is enough.

Okay.

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