Once there was a time i'd rob my mama
For a good meal and a smoke
Once there was a time i'd sell my brother
For a dollar when i was broke
But i'd never sell my guitar
And my strings were always sharp
'cause if i don't have a guitar
I'll be strumming on some angels harp
And if i don't get to heaven
And i go down there below
Better be a guitar when i get there
Or, i will refuse to go
Once there was a time i was hungry
And i'd find my food in some bin
But i'd never, never sell my guitar
'cause that would, darling, that would be a sin
