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