Tear My Stillhouse Down

Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb

No gold-plated sign in a marbled 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 old Satan, he 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