Tear My Stillhouse Down

by 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                          G
The one thing I want when they lay me in the ground
       D   A                  D
When I die tear my stillhouse down

       G
    Oh tear my stillhouse down; let it go to rust
          D
    Don't leave no trace of the hiding 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

    [CHORUS]

[SOLO VERSE]

Oh tell all your children that Hell ain't no dream
'Cause old 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]

    [SOLO CHORUS]

    That old copper kettle was the death of me!