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