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