Titres les plus populaires de Gillian Welch
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Gillian Welch
Chant
Armando Campean
Contrebasse
David Rawlings
Guitare acoustique
Greg Leisz
Lap steel guitar
James Burton
Guitare
Jim Keltner
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gillian Welch
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
T Bone Burnett
Production
John Hanlon
Ingénierie de mixage
Rik Pekkonen
Ingénierie
Paroles
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
Lord, 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 ol' 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
That old copper kettle was the death of me
Writer(s): Gillian Howard Welch
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