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
 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
 And 'ol Satan lives in my whiskey machine
 Oh, 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