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 lives in my whiskey machine   And in my time of dying I know where I'm bound   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