One Guitar

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