Once there was a time Id rob my mama
For a good meal and a smoke
Once there was a time Id sell my brother
For a dollar when I was broke
But Id never sell my guitar
And my strings were always sharp
cause if I dont have a guitar
Ill be strumming on some angels harp
And if I dont 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 Id find my food in some bin
But Id never, never sell my guitar
cause that would, darling, that would be a sin