Tear My Stillhouse Down
Gillian Welch
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Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb,
No gold plated sign in a marble pillared room.
The one thing I want, when they lay me in the ground,
When I die, tear my stillhouse down.
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Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust.
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff.
For all my time and money, no profit did I see.
That old copper kettle was the death of me.
When I was a child, way back in the hills,
I laughed at the men, who tended those stills.
But that old mountain shine, it caught me somehow.
When I die, tear my stillhouse down.
Oh tell all your children, that Hell ain't no dream,
'Cause old Satan he lives, in my whiskey machine.
And in my time of dying, I know where I'm bound.
So when I die, tear my stillhouse down.