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