Alabama 3 - Old Purple Tin lyrics

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 h**n" But I traded that s**er 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