A/Alabama 3/The Old Purple Tin (9% Of Pure Heaven)
I lived with my momma 'Til I was sixteen Old time religion The sweetest of dreams And now that I'm aging And conscience is dim In my left hand the Bible In my right an old purple tin
I went to the doctors 'Cause I was unwell He said "My Boy You are shot to hell I'm gonna write you a prescription For some pure heroin" But I traded that sucker For a 6 pack of that old purple tin
The old purple tin The old purple tin Sweet testament Lord To the state that I'm in I've drunk it all day I have drunk it all night The old purple tin Oh Lord, lights up my life
I am in prison The light never shines I can't see my Bible So dark is the night I'm waiting for letters That never get sent All my brothers and sisters On the corner with that old purple tin
The old purple tin The old purple tin Sing it now Sweet testament Lord Sweet 9% Lord To the state that I'm in I have drunk it all day I have drunk it all night The old purple tin Oh Lord, lights up my life It lights up my life
It lights up my life Lights up my life
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