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Tear My Stillhouse Down - Gillian Welch

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 stillhouse down

Oh tear my stillhouse down

Let it go 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 stillhouse down

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

Oh tell all your children

That hell ain't no dream

'Cause Satan he lives in my

Whisky machine

And in my time of dying

I know where I'm bound

When I die tear stillhouse down

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

That old copper kettle

Was the death of me