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Tear My Stillhouse Down

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Tear My Stillhouse Down

Tear My Stillhouse Down
(Gillian Welch)

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
There's just one thing I want
G
When they lay me in the ground
D A D
When I die, tear my stillhouse down.

(Chorus)
G
Lord, tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
D
Don't leave no trace of the hidin' 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.

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.

Go tell all your children, that hell ain't no dream
Old Satan, he lives in my whiskey machine
Oh, in my time of dyin', I know where I'm bound
When I die, tear my stillhouse down.

Here's one by Gillian Welch, recorded on her first? album (can't
remember the name) and also done by Nashville Bluegrass Band BJS
BJS
OCT98
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