Tear My Stillhouse Down

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
 Lord, 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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 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
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 Oh, tell all your children that Hell ain't no dream
 'Cause ol' Satan, he lives in my whisky 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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 That old copper kettle was the death of me