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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
