Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb
No gold-plated sign in a marble pillared room
That's one thing I want when they lay me in the ground
When I die, tear my Stillhouse down

When I was a lad way back in the hills
I laughed at the men who tended those stills
But that old mountain shine, they 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 at 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

Go tell all your children, Hell ain't no dream
Satan, he lives in my whiskey machine
Oh, 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 at 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