The Old Shade Tree - Brad Mehldau, Chris Thile

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 layer of skin

From your nose is cause last night I chopped the old shade tree 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 neighbour, remember who chopped the old shade tree down

I hope none of you think I’m crying

As the sweat rolls down my face