Once there was a time I'd rob my mamanFor a good meal and a smokenOnce there was a time I'd sell my brothernFor a dollar when I was brokennBut I'd never sell my guitarnAnd my strings were always sharpnCause if I don't have a guitarnI'll be strumming on some angels harpnnAnd if I don't get to heavennAnd I go down there belownBetter be a guitar when I get therenOr, I will refuse to gonnOnce there was a time I was hungrynAnd I'd find my food in some binnBut I'd never, never sell my guitarnCause that would, darling, that would be a sin