Old Purple Tin Alabama 3

I lived with my mamma
'Til I was sixteen
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