Standard (EADGBE)
Put no stone at my head, no fl owers on my tomb
No gold plated sign,in a ma rble pillared room
The only thing I want, when they l ay me in the ground
When I die tear my stillhouse d own
Oh t ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That old copper kettle was the death of me
When I was a child, way b ack in the hills
I laughed at the men, who te nded those stills
But that old mountain shine, it ca ught me somehow
When I die tear my stillhouse d own
Oh t ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That old copper kettle was the death of me
Oh tell all your children, that H ell ain't no dream
'Cause Satan he lives, in my wh iskey machine
And in my time of dying, I k now where I'm bound
So when I die,.. tear my stillhouse d own
Oh t ear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
Don't le ave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
For a ll my time and money, no profit did I see
That old copper kettle was the death of me