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