Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb No gold plated sign In a marble pillared room The one thing that I want when they lay me in the ground When 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 d**h of me
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 still house down Oh tell all your children that hell ain't no dream 'Cause Satan he lives In my whiskey machine And in my time of dying I know where I'm bound When I die tear my still house down