On the day I turned 13
Dad gave me my first guitar
On those lazy summer days
I was king of the garage
I met my best friends, we started a band;
The rats in the basement were our only fans
We learned hard lessons about life and love
While I learned to play guitar
Hey...
This song’s for the kids that got something to say!
If you’ve got the music and
You’ve got something to say
Pick up a mic, six strings or sticks
Then go and find a place to play
Your only limits are
The ones that you create
Music is the key to immortality;
No one can ever take that away
Ten long years, triumph and tears
Will make you who you are
It appears I overcame my fears
Onstage in smokey bars
Just a shy kid when it all began
Life on the road made me a man
If you've got six strings and the will to sing
You can spread your message far
Six Strings, Six Strings Held in my hand
Gonna take my six strings, Gonna make a stand
Six Strings, Six Strings, Held in my hand
Who needs an army when you’ve got a band?