The Old Purple Tin

C I lived with my momma 'til I was sixteen F C Old time religion, the sweetest of dreams Am And now that I'm aging my conscience is dimmed G F C In my left hand the Bible, in my right hand an old purple tin C I went to the doctor 'cause I was unwell F 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 tin C The old purple tin, the old purple tin F C Sweet testament Lord to the state that I'm in Am I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all night G F C The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life C I am in prison, the light never shines F C I can't see my Bible so dark is the night Am I'm waiting for letters that never get sent G F C All my brothers and sisters on the corner with that old purple tin C The old purple tin, the old purple tin F C Sweet testament Lord (sweet nine percent Lord) to the state that I'm in Am I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all night G F C The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life G F C The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life