Tear My Stillhouse Down (feat. Lindsay Lou)

Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb

No gold plated sign in a marble pillared room

The one thing I want when they lay me in the ground

When I die tear my stillhouse down

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

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 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

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

When I die tear my stillhouse down

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