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
♪
That old copper kettle was the death of me