Gillian Welch - 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