The Tallest Man on Earth – The Gardener I sense a runner in the garden Although my judgements known to fail Once built a steamboat in a meadow Cos I’d forgotten how to sail I know the runner’s going to tell you There ain’t no cowboy in my hair So now he’s buried by the daisies So I could stay the tallest man in your eyes, babe I sense a spy up in the chimney From all the evidence I’ve burned I guess he’ll read it in the smoke now And soon to ashes I’ll return I know the spy is going to tell …

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