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