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The Old Purple Tin

Alabama 3

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   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


CHORUS
     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


CHORUS
     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

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The Old Purple Tin

Alabama 3