Biography:
Alabama 3 are a band originating from Brixton, England, their music incorporates elements of country, acid house, blues and gospel.
Named for the Alabama 2, a legal case in the American deep South during the 1930s, in which two black men were hanged for allegedly raping a white woman. The name is also a nod to other victims of injustice like the Birmingham 6 and Guildford 4. In the United States, they are known as A3, after they were sued by the legendary country outfit Alabama.
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I lived with my momma 'til I was sixteen
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Old time religion, the sweetest of dreams
Am
And now that I'm aging my conscience is dimmed
G F C
In my left hand the Bible, in my right hand an old purple tin
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I went to the doctor 'cause I was unwell
F C
He said 'My boy, you all shot to hell.
Am
I'm gon' write you a prescription for some pure heroin'
G F C
But I traded that succour for a six pack of that old purple tin
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The old purple tin, the old purple tin
F C
Sweet testament Lord to the state that I'm in
Am
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all night
G F C
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
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I am in prison, the light never shines
F C
I can't see my Bible so dark is the night
Am
I'm waiting for letters that never get sent
G F C
All my brothers and sisters on the corner with that old purple tin
CHORUS
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The old purple tin, the old purple tin
F C
Sweet testament Lord (sweet nine percent Lord) to the state that I'm in
Am
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all night
G F C
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
G F C
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
I lived with my momma 'til I was sixteen
F C
Old time religion, the sweetest of dreams
Am
And now that I'm aging my conscience is dimmed
G F C
In my left hand the Bible, in my right hand an old purple tin
C
I went to the doctor 'cause I was unwell
F C
He said 'My boy, you all shot to hell.
Am
I'm gon' write you a prescription for some pure heroin'
G F C
But I traded that succour for a six pack of that old purple tin
CHORUS
C
The old purple tin, the old purple tin
F C
Sweet testament Lord to the state that I'm in
Am
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all night
G F C
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
C
I am in prison, the light never shines
F C
I can't see my Bible so dark is the night
Am
I'm waiting for letters that never get sent
G F C
All my brothers and sisters on the corner with that old purple tin
CHORUS
C
The old purple tin, the old purple tin
F C
Sweet testament Lord (sweet nine percent Lord) to the state that I'm in
Am
I've drunk it all day and I've drunk it all night
G F C
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
G F C
The old purple tin, Oh Lord, lights up my life
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Alain Barriere
Alain Johannes
Alain le Lait
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