Tear My Stillhouse Down chords - Gillian Welch

Gillian Welch Lyrics




TEAR MY STILLHOUSE DOWN (Gillian Welch)
Track 8 from "REVIVAL" (Almo, AMSD-80006)

VERSE 1:
      D                     G
Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb
   D                      A
No gold plated sign, in a marble pillared room
    D                            G
The only thing I want, when they lay me in the ground
       D   A                  D
When I die tear my stillhouse down

CHORUS:
   G 
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
      D
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
    G 
For all my time and money, no profit did I see
     D                         A        D
That old copper kettle was the death of me

VERSE 2:
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

(CHORUS)

VERSE 3:
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
So when I die tear my stillhouse down

(CHORUS)

   
TEAR MY STILLHOUSE DOWN (Gillian Welch)
Track 8 from "REVIVAL" (Almo, AMSD-80006)

VERSE 1:
      D                     G
Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb
   D                      A
No gold plated sign, in a marble pillared room
    D                            G
The only thing I want, when they lay me in the ground
       D   A                  D
When I die tear my stillhouse down

CHORUS:
   G 
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust
      D
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff
    G 
For all my time and money, no profit did I see
     D                         A        D
That old copper kettle was the death of me

VERSE 2:
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

(CHORUS)

VERSE 3:
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
So when I die tear my stillhouse down

(CHORUS)