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