Gillian Welch - Tear my stillhouse down

Put no st^Done at my head, no fl^Gowers on my tomb No g^Dold plated sign,in a ma^Arble pillared room The o^Dnly thing I want, when they l^Gay me in the ground When I d^Die t^Aear my stillhouse d^Down

Oh t^Gear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't le^Dave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff For a^Gll my time and money, no profit did I see That o^Dld copper kettle was the de^Aath of ^Dme

When ^DI was a child, way b^Gack in the hills I la^Dughed at the men, who te^Anded those stills But that o^Dld mountain shine, it ca^Gught me somehow When I d^Die t^Aear my stillhouse d^Down

Oh t^Gear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't le^Dave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff For a^Gll my time and money, no profit did I see That o^Dld copper kettle was the de^Aath of ^Dme

Oh t^Dell all your children, that H^Gell ain't no dream 'Cause Sa^Dtan he lives, in my wh^Aiskey machine And i^Dn my time of dying, I k^Gnow where I'm bound So when I d^Die,.. t^Aear my stillhouse d^Down

Oh t^Gear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't le^Dave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff For a^Gll my time and money, no profit did I see That o^Dld copper kettle was the de^Aath of ^Dme