Could be the middle of night… or the middle of the street
It could be uptown, downtown… or even where you sleep
I hear the marching drum… I hear a song unsung
It could be your dream, my dream… I’m not the only one
‘Cause I’m a soldier marching in an army
I got no gun to shoot all I’ve got is ONE GUITAR
I see the risin’ smoke… I hear a heartbreak joke
All of my brothers and sisters… I think it’s time we spoke
I’ve only got six strings… but like a bell they ring
It’s like a jet plane, insane… crashin’ in my brain
‘Cause I’m a soldier marching in an army
I got no gun to shoot all I’ve got is ONE GUITAR
So if you get knocked down… you gotta take a stand
For all the outcast, dead last… who need a helping hand
You’ve got to raise your voice… raise it up loud
You’ve got to raise your voice… above the crowd
‘Cause I’m a soldier marching in an army
I got no gun to shoot all I’ve got is ONE GUITAR
Written by Willie Nile / Frankie Lee
©Willie Nile Music (ASCAP) / Roll Of Tens Music (BMI)