Gillian Welch - Tear my stillhouse down

Put no st^Cone at my head, no fl^Fowers on my tomb No g^Cold plated sign,in a ma^Grble pillared room The o^Cnly thing I want, when they l^Fay me in the ground When I d^Cie t^Gear my stillhouse d^Cown

Oh t^Fear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't le^Cave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff For a^Fll my time and money, no profit did I see That o^Cld copper kettle was the de^Gath of ^Cme

When ^CI was a child, way b^Fack in the hills I la^Cughed at the men, who te^Gnded those stills But that o^Cld mountain shine, it ca^Fught me somehow When I d^Cie t^Gear my stillhouse d^Cown

Oh t^Fear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't le^Cave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff For a^Fll my time and money, no profit did I see That o^Cld copper kettle was the de^Gath of ^Cme

Oh t^Cell all your children, that H^Fell ain't no dream 'Cause Sa^Ctan he lives, in my wh^Giskey machine And i^Cn my time of dying, I k^Fnow where I'm bound So when I d^Cie,.. t^Gear my stillhouse d^Cown

Oh t^Fear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust Don't le^Cave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff For a^Fll my time and money, no profit did I see That o^Cld copper kettle was the de^Gath of ^Cme