TEAR MY STILLHOUSE DOWN


   INTRO:             

             
  Put no stone

              
 at my head,  

       
 No flowers on

 my tomb
             
  No gold plat

              
ed sign,    In

      
 a marbled pil

lered room
             
  The one thin

              
g I want,   Wh

         
en they lay me

 in the ground
             
  When I die, 

             
     Tear my s

           
tillhouse down

             
  Oh, Tear my 

              
stillhouse dow

    
n  Let it go t

o rust
             
  Don't leave 

              
no trace of th

             
e hiding place

             
,  Where I mad

              
e that evil st


uff
             
  For all my t

              
ime and money,

       
  No profit di

d I see
             
  That old cop

             
per kettle was

             
 the death of 

    
me

             
  When I was a

              
 child,   Way 

 
back in the hi

lls
             
  I laughed at

              
 the men,  Who

   
 tended those 

stills
             
  But that old

              
 mountian shin

         
e,  It caught 

me somehow
             
  When I die, 

             
   Tear my sti

         
llhouse down

             
  Oh, Tear my 

              
stillhouse dow

    
n  Let it go t

o rust
             
  Don't leave 

              
no trace of th

             
e hiding place

             
,  Where I mad

              
e that evil st


uff
             
  For all my t

              
ime and money,

       
  No profit di

d I see
             
  That old cop

             
per kettle was

             
 the death of 

   
me

  [INST] AS VERSE              
                               

             
  Oh, Tell all

              
 your children

         
,  That Hell a

in't no dream
             
  'Cause Satan

              
 he lives,   I

        
n my whiskey m

achine
             
  And in my ti

              
me of dying,  

   
I know where I

'm bound
             
  When I die, 

             
  Tear my stil

        
lhouse down

             
  Oh, Tear my 

              
stillhouse dow

    
n  Let it go t

o rust
             
  Don't leave 

              
no trace of th

             
e hiding place

             
,  Where I mad

              
e that evil st


uff
             
  For all my t

              
ime and money,

       
  No profit di

d I see
             
  That old cop

             
per kettle was

             
 the death of 

    
me


  [OUTRO]           
             
              

          
            Th

             
at old copper 

             
kettle was the

                 
 death of me