The Old Purple Tin

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I lived with my momma 'til I was 
sixteen
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Old time religion, the sweetest of 
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dreams
And now that I'm aging my conscience
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 is dimmed
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In my left hand the Bible, in my 
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right hand an old purple tin


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I went to the doctor 'cause I was 
unwell
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He said 'My boy, you all shot to 
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hell.
I'm gon' write you a prescription 
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for some pure heroin'
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But I traded that succour for a 
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six pack of that old purple tin


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CHORUS
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The old purple tin, the old purple 
tin
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Sweet testament Lord to the state 
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that I'm in
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk
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 it all night
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The old purple tin, Oh Lord, 
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lights up my life


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I am in prison, the light never 
shines
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I can't see my Bible so dark is the
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 night
I'm waiting for letters that never 
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get sent
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All my brothers and sisters on the 
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corner with that old purple tin


CHORUS
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The old purple tin, the old purple 
tin
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Sweet testament Lord (sweet nine 
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percent Lord) to the state that I'm 
in
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk
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 it all night
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The old purple tin, Oh Lord, 
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lights up my life
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The old purple tin, Oh Lord, 
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lights up my life