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