Album Name : Revival
Release Date : 1996-04-09
Song Duration : 4:32
Gillian Welch Tear My Stillhouse Down
Tear My Stillhouse Down - lyrics
Songwriters: Gillian Welch
Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb...
No gold plated sign, in a marble pillared room...
The one thing that I want, when they lay me in the ground...
When I die, tear my stillhouse down!
(Chorus)
Lord, 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!
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!
(Insturmental)
So, 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...
When I die, tear my stillhouse down!
(Chorus)
Oh, 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!