The Old Shade Tree

The Old Shade Tree - Chris Thile/Brad Mehldau

Written by：Chris Thile/Brad Mehldau

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 it's 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 neighbour 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