D
I lived with my momma 'til I was sixteen
G D
Old time religion, the sweetest of dreams
Bm
And now that I'm aging my conscience is dimmed
A G D
In my left hand the Bible, in my right hand an old purple tin
D
I went to the doctor 'cause I was unwell
G D
He said 'My boy, you all shot to hell.
Bm
I'm gon' write you a prescription for some pure heroin'
A G D
But I traded that succour for a six pack of that old purple tin
CHORUS
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The old purple tin, the old purple tin
G D
Sweet testament Lord to the state that I'm in
Bm
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all night
A G D
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
D
I am in prison, the light never shines
G D
I can't see my Bible so dark is the night
Bm
I'm waiting for letters that never get sent
A G D
All my brothers and sisters on the corner with that old purple tin
CHORUS
D
The old purple tin, the old purple tin
G D
Sweet testament Lord (sweet nine percent Lord) to the state that I'm in
Bm
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all night
A G D
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
A G D
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life