| Once there was a time I’d rob my mama
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| For a good meal and a smoke
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| Once there was a time I’d sell my brother
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| For a dollar when I was broke
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| But I’d never sell my guitar
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| And my strings were always sharp
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| 'Cause if I don’t have a guitar
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| I’ll be strumming on some angels harp
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| And if I don’t get to Heaven
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| And I go down there below
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| Better be a guitar when I get there
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| Or I will refuse to go
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| Once there was a time I was hungry
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| And I’d find my food in some bin
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| But I’d never, never sell my guitar
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| 'Cause that would, darling, that would be a sin
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| Once there was a time I was hungry
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| And I’d find my food in some bin
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| But I’d never, never sell my guitar
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| 'Cause that would, darling, that would be a sin |