Tear My Stillhouse Down Songtext

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 whiskey 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