Tear My Stillhouse Down

another gillian welch classic tear my stillhouse down 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 only 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 D G when i was a child , way back in the hills D A i laughed at the men , who tended those stills D G but that old mountain shine , it caught me somehow 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 D G oh tell all your children , that hell ain’t no dream D A ’cause satan he lives , in my whiskey machine D G and in my time of dying , i know where i’m bound D A D so 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