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