Tear My Stillhouse Down
Gillian WelchVersion1
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Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb
No gold plated sign,in a marble pillared room
The only 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
So 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
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Readable chord sheet for Tear My Stillhouse Down by Gillian Welch
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