another Gillian Welch classic
Tear My Stillhouse Down
Put no st[D]one at my head, no fl[G]owers on my tomb
No g[D]old plated sign,in a ma[A]rble pillared room
The o[D]nly thing I want, when they l[G]ay me in the ground
When I d[D]ie t[A]ear my stillhouse d[D]own
Oh t[G]ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le[D]ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a[G]ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That o[D]ld copper kettle was the de[A]ath of [D]me
When [D]I was a child, way b[G]ack in the hills
I la[D]ughed at the men, who te[A]nded those stills
But that o[D]ld mountain shine, it ca[G]ught me somehow
When I d[D]ie t[A]ear my stillhouse d[D]own
Oh t[G]ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le[D]ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a[G]ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That o[D]ld copper kettle was the de[A]ath of [D]me
Oh t[D]ell all your children, that H[G]ell ain't no dream
'Cause Sa[D]tan he lives, in my wh[A]iskey machine
And i[D]n my time of dying, I k[G]now where I'm bound
So when I d[D]ie,.. t[A]ear my stillhouse d[D]own
Oh t[G]ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le[D]ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a[G]ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That o[D]ld copper kettle was the de[A]ath of [D]me
Tear My Stillhouse Down
Put no st[D]one at my head, no fl[G]owers on my tomb
No g[D]old plated sign,in a ma[A]rble pillared room
The o[D]nly thing I want, when they l[G]ay me in the ground
When I d[D]ie t[A]ear my stillhouse d[D]own
Oh t[G]ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le[D]ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a[G]ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That o[D]ld copper kettle was the de[A]ath of [D]me
When [D]I was a child, way b[G]ack in the hills
I la[D]ughed at the men, who te[A]nded those stills
But that o[D]ld mountain shine, it ca[G]ught me somehow
When I d[D]ie t[A]ear my stillhouse d[D]own
Oh t[G]ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le[D]ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a[G]ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That o[D]ld copper kettle was the de[A]ath of [D]me
Oh t[D]ell all your children, that H[G]ell ain't no dream
'Cause Sa[D]tan he lives, in my wh[A]iskey machine
And i[D]n my time of dying, I k[G]now where I'm bound
So when I d[D]ie,.. t[A]ear my stillhouse d[D]own
Oh t[G]ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le[D]ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a[G]ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That o[D]ld copper kettle was the de[A]ath of [D]me
