Gillian Welch - Tear My Stillhouse Down

      

      TEAR MY STILLHOUSE DOWN


   INTRO:    D   D   D   D

           D                       G
  Put no stone at my head,   No flowers on my tomb
       D                          A
  No gold plated sign,    In a marbled pillered room
       D                             G
  The one thing I want,   When they lay me in the ground
          D         A                  D
  When I die,      Tear my stillhouse down

       G                        G
  Oh, Tear my stillhouse down  Let it go to rust
          D                     D                     D               D
  Don't leave no trace of the hiding place,  Where I made that evil stuff
       G                           G
  For all my time and money,  No profit did I see
        D           D              A      D    D
  That old copper kettle was the death of me

       D                     G
  When I was a child,   Way back in the hills
       D                       A
  I laughed at the men,  Who tended those stills
            D                        G
  But that old mountian shine,  It caught me somehow
          D       A                  D
  When I die,    Tear my stillhouse down

       G                        G
  Oh, Tear my stillhouse down  Let it go to rust
          D                     D                     D               D
  Don't leave no trace of the hiding place,  Where I made that evil stuff
       G                           G
  For all my time and money,  No profit did I see
        D           D              A      D   D
  That old copper kettle was the death of me

  [INST] AS VERSE  D   G     D    A
                   D   G     D A  D 

       D                             G
  Oh, Tell all your children,  That Hell ain't no dream
           D                        A
  'Cause Satan he lives,   In my whiskey machine
      D                        G
  And in my time of dying,  I know where I'm bound
          D      A                  D
  When I die,   Tear my stillhouse down

       G                        G
  Oh, Tear my stillhouse down  Let it go to rust
          D                     D                     D               D
  Don't leave no trace of the hiding place,  Where I made that evil stuff
       G                           G
  For all my time and money,  No profit did I see
        D           D              A      D    D
  That old copper kettle was the death of me


  [OUTRO] G   G   D    D
          G   G   D A  D        D           D              A      D    D    D
                          That old copper kettle was the death of me