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