Once There Was A Time — Ten Years After

Once there was a time Id rob my mama

For a good meal and a smoke

Once there was a time Id sell my brother

For a dollar when I was broke

But Id never sell my guitar

And my strings were always sharp

cause if I dont have a guitar

Ill be strumming on some angels harp

And if I dont 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 Id find my food in some bin

But Id never, never sell my guitar

cause that would, darling, that would be a sin