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 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 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