Gillian Welch – Tear My Stillhouse Down (Ukulele)

         C                    F 
Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb 

    C                      G 
No gold plated sign,in a marble pillared room 

     C                            F 
The only thing I want, when they lay me in the ground 

        C   G                  C 
When I die tear my stillhouse down 

    F 
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust 

        C 
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff

     F 
For all my time and money, no profit did I see

      C                          G      C 
That old copper kettle was the death of me

     C                   F
When I was a child, way back in the hills

    C                       G
I laughed at the men, who tended those stills

          C                       F
But that old mountain shine, it caught me somehow

        C   G                  C
When I die tear my stillhouse down

    F 
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust

        C 
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff

     F 
For all my time and money, no profit did I see

      C                          G      C 
That old copper kettle was the death of me

    C                            F
Oh tell all your children, that Hell ain't no dream

         C                     G
'Cause Satan he lives, in my whiskey machine

     C                      F
And in my time of dying, I know where I'm bound

           C      G                  C
So when I die,.. tear my stillhouse down

    F 
Oh tear my stillhouse down, let it go to rust

        C 
Don't leave no trace of the hiding place, where I made that evil stuff

     F 
For all my time and money, no profit did I see

      C                          G      C 
That old copper kettle was the death of me