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