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• Artiste: Gillian Welch
• Titre: Tear My Stillhouse Down
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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 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