Alabama 3 - Old Purple Tin lyrics
[Alabama 3 - Old Purple Tin lyrics]
Old time religion the sweetest of dreams
And now that I'm again
And conscience is dead
In my left hand the Bible
In my right hand an old purple tin
I went to the doctor 'Cause, I was unwell
He said, "My boy you all shot to hell"
"I go'n write you a prescription
For some pure heroin"
But, I traded that sucker
For a six 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 drunk it all day i 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 nine percent, 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
Lights up my life lights up my life
Lights up my life