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 still house down
Oh tear my still house 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 still house down
Oh tell all your children that hell ain't no dream
Â'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 still house down
The Nashville Bluegrass Band - Tear My Stillhouse Down Lyrics
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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 one thing that I want when they lay me in the ground
When I die tear my still house down
Oh tear my still house 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 still house down
Oh tell all your children that hell ain't no dream
Â'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 still house down
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 still house down
Oh tear my still house 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 still house down
Oh tell all your children that hell ain't no dream
Â'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 still house down
Writer: GILLIAN HOWARD WELCH
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group