I lived with my momma
'Til I was sixteen
Old time religion
The sweetest of dreams
And now that I'm aging
And conscience is dim
In my left hand the Bible
In my right an old purple tin
I went to the doctors
'Cause I was unwell
He said "My Boy
You are shot to hell
I'm gonna write you a prescription
For some pure heroin"
But I traded that sucker
For a 6 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've drunk it all day
I have drunk it all night
The old purple tin
Oh Lord, lights up my life
'Til I was sixteen
Old time religion
The sweetest of dreams
And now that I'm aging
And conscience is dim
In my left hand the Bible
In my right an old purple tin
I went to the doctors
'Cause I was unwell
He said "My Boy
You are shot to hell
I'm gonna write you a prescription
For some pure heroin"
But I traded that sucker
For a 6 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've drunk it all day
I have drunk it all night
The old purple tin
Oh Lord, lights up my life
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