GILLIAN WELCH


Tear My Stillhouse Down Lyrics

Tear My Stillhouse Down - lyrics
Songwriters: Gillian Welch

Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb...
No gold plated sign, in a marble pillared room...
The one thing that I want, when they lay me in the ground...
When I die, tear my stillhouse down!

(Chorus)
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!

(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!

(Insturmental)

So, 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...
When I die, tear my stillhouse down!

(Chorus)
Oh, 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!

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Songwriter(s): Gillian Howard Welch
Copyright: Irving Music Inc., Say Uncle Music
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