Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb
No gold plated sign In a marble pillared room
The one thing that I want when they lay me in the ground
When I die tear my still house down

   Oh tear my still house 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 still house down

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
When I die tear my still house down