Tear My Stillhouse Down
Gillian Welch, 1996· Songs Well-Known in America · p.320
INTRO: D D D D
(D) G
Put no stone at my head, No flowers on my tomb
D A
No gold plated sign, In a marbled 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
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 (Chorus)
[INST] AS VERSE
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
When I die, Tear my stillhouse down (Chorus)
[OUTRO] G G D D
G G DA D D D A D D D
That old copper kettle was the death of me.