C I lived with my momma 'til I was sixteenF C Old time religion, the sweetest of dreamsAm And now that I'm aging my conscience is dimmedG F C In my left hand the Bible, in my right hand an old purple tinC I went to the doctor 'cause I was unwellF C He said 'My boy, you all shot to hell.Am I'm gon' write you a prescription for some pure heroin'G F C But I traded that succour for a six pack of that old purple tinCHORUSC The old purple tin, the old purple tinF C Sweet testament Lord to the state that I'm inAm I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all nightG F C The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my lifeC I am in prison, the light never shinesF C I can't see my Bible so dark is the nightAm I'm waiting for letters that never get sentG F C All my brothers and sisters on the corner with that old purple tin CHORUSC The old purple tin, the old purple tinF C Sweet testament Lord (sweet nine percent Lord) to the state that I'm inAm I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all nightG F C The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my lifeG F C The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
The Old Purple Tin
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