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 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