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