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
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