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
