| Song | Tear My Stillhouse Down |
| Artist | Gillian Welch |
| Album | Revival |
| 作词 : Welch | |
| 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 whisky 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 |
| zuò cí : Welch | |
| 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 whisky 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 |