| I lived with my momma,
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| 'Til I was sixteen.
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| Old time religion,
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| The sweetest of dreams.
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| And now that I’m aging,
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| And conscience is dim.
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| In my left hand the Bible,
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| In my right an old purple tin.
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| I went to the doctors,
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| 'Cause I was unwell.
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| He said «My Boy,
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| You are shot to hell.
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| I’m gonna write you a prescription,
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| For some pure heroin».
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| But I traded that sucker,
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| For a 6 pack of that old purple tin.
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| The old purple tin,
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| The old purple tin.
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| Sweet testament Lord,
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| To the state that I’m in.
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| I’ve drunk it all day,
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| I have drunk it all night.
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| The old purple tin,
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| Oh Lord, lights up my life.
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| I am in prison,
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| The light never shines.
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| I can’t see my Bible,
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| So dark is the night.
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| I’m waiting for letters,
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| That never get sent.
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| All my brothers and sisters,
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| On the corner with that old purple tin.
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| The old purple tin,
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| The old purple tin.
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| Sing it now
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| Sweet testament Lord,
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| Sweet 9% Lord
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| To the state that I’m in.
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| I have drunk it all day,
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| I have drunk it all night.
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| The old purple tin,
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| Oh Lord, lights up my life.
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| It lights up my life,
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| It lights up my life,
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| Lights up my life.
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| Good night Larry. |