Tear My Stillhouse Down (Gillian Welch) D G Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb D A No gold plated sign in a marble pillared room D There's just one thing I want G When they lay me in the ground D A D When I die, tear my stillhouse down. (Chorus) G Lord, tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust D Don't leave no trace of the hidin' place Where I made that evil stuff G For all my time and money, no profit did I see D A D 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. Go tell all your children, that hell ain't no dream Old Satan, he lives in my whiskey machine Oh, in my time of dyin', I know where I'm bound When I die, tear my stillhouse down. Here's one by Gillian Welch, recorded on her first? album (can't remember the name) and also done by Nashville Bluegrass Band BJS BJS OCT98
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