The Old Shade Tree

I hope none of you

Think I'm cryin'

As the sweat rolls down my face

I hope none of you

Think I'm losin'

As I'm lappin' the guy in last place

I hope one of you thinks me this winter

For would some of you would hang from now

'Cause today the sun kissed a layer of skin

From your nose just 'cause last night

I chopped the old shade tree

Down

Down

I guess not, I thought of it's roots

As living dead chopped

On the ground

Or all the blizzard above

Or the hero I be

Planning bonfires all around town

So as the frost licks a 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 cryin'

As the sweat rolls down my face