Tear My Stillhouse Down (Home Demo) Gillian Welch

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Oh tell all your children that Hell ain't no dream
'Cause Satan, he lives in my whiskey machine
And in my time of dying, I know where I’m bound
So when I die, tear my stillhouse down