The Old Purple Tin Chords & Lyrics - Alabama 3

I l[C]ived with my momma 'til I was sixteen
Old time rel[F]igion, the sweetest of dr[C]eams
And now that I'm aging my conscience is d[Am]immed
In my left hand the B[G]ible, in my r[F]ight hand an old purple t[C]in

I w[C]ent to the doctor 'cause I was unwell
He said 'My b[F]oy, you all shot to h[C]ell.
I'm gon' write you a prescription for some pure hero[Am]in'
But I traded that s[G]uccour for a s[F]ix pack of that old purple [C]tin

[CHORUS]
The o[C]ld purple tin, the old purple tin
Sweet testament Lo[F]rd to the state that I'm [C]in
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all n[Am]ight
The old purple t[G]in, Oh L[F]ord, lights up my l[C]ife

I [C]am in prison, the light never shines
I can't see my [F]Bible so dark is the [C]night
I'm waiting for letters that never get s[Am]ent
All my brothers and s[G]isters on the c[F]orner with that old purple t[C]in

[CHORUS]
The o[C]ld purple tin, the old purple tin
Sweet testament Lo[F]rd (sweet nine percent Lo[C]rd) to the state that I'm in
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all n[Am]ight
The old purple t[G]in, Oh L[F]ord, lights up my l[C]ife
The old purple t[G]in, Oh L[F]ord, lights up my l[C]ife