It is the middle of the night right in the middle of the street
It could be uptown, downtown but I can feel the beat
There is a marchin' drum there is a song unsung
It could be your dream, my dream it's not the only one
I'm a soldier marchin' in an army
Got no gun to shoot
But what I got is one guitar
I got this one guitar
I see the risin' smoke I hear a heartbreak joke
Hey all my brothers and sisters I thuink it's time we spoke
I've only got six strings but like a bell they ring
Its like a jet plane, insane crashin' in my brain
I'm a soldier marchin' in an army
Got no gun to shoot
But what I got is one guitar
I got this one guitar
And it goes... na na na...
So if you get knocked down you gotta take a stand
For all the outcast, dead last who need a helping hand
So get your tambourines and turn your arms up loud
And raise your voices, voices up above this crowd
