tear my stillhouse down

Lyrics

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 lives in my whiskey machine, and in my time of dying i know where i'm bound, 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, that old copper kettle was the death of me