The Old Shade Tree

I hope none of you think I'm crying
As the sweat rolls down my face
I hope none of you think I'm losing
As I'm lapping the guy in last place

I hope one of you thanks me this winter
For what some of you would hang me from now
'Cause today the sun kissed a layer of skin from your nose
It's 'cause last night I chopped the old shade tree
Down
Down

I guess none of you thought of its roots
As the living dead trapped underground
Or of the blizzard above, or the hero I'd be
Planting bonfires all around town

So as the frost licks the layer of skin off the nose of your neighbor
Remember who chopped the old shade tree
Down
Down

I hope none of you think I'm crying
As the sweat rolls down my face