Tear My Stillhouse Down (Home Demo)

Gillian Welch - Country, American Folk
Tear My Stillhouse Down (Home Demo)
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Duration: 3:53
Lyrics
[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 [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
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Credits
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- Gillian Welch