Tear My Stillhouse Down Songtext
von Salamander Crossing

No stone at my head
No flowers on my tomb
No gold-plated signs
In a marble-pale little room
There′s just 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


When I was a child
Way back in the hills
Well, I laughed at the men
Who tended those stills
But that old man′s shine
Well, it called to me somehow
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

Go tell all your children
That hell ain't no dream
′Cause old Satan lived
In my whiskey machine
And in my time of dying
Well, I′ve known where I'm bound
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
That old copper kettle
Was the death of me