Tear My Stillhouse Down

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

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 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

So when I die tear my 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