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