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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. |