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
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| Ten Years After |
