Tear My Stillhouse Down歌词

作词 : Welch
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
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
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
Oh tell all your children that
Hell ain't no dream '
Cause 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