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