The Nashville Bluegrass Band
Tear My Stillhouse Down
Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tombNo gold plated sign In a marble pillared roomThe one thing that I want when they lay me in the groundWhen 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 meWhen I was a child way back in the hillsI laughed at the men who tended those stillsBut that old mountain shine it caught me somehowWhen I die tear my still house downOh tell all your children that hell ain't no dream‘Cause Satan he lives In my whiskey machineAnd in my time of dying I know where I'm boundWhen I die tear my still house down
From Letras Mania