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From the corners of the country,
From the cities and the farms,
With years and years of living
Tucked up underneath their arms.

They walk away from everything,
Just to see a dream come true,
So God bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue.

With a million dollar spirit
And an old flattop guitar,
They drive to town with all they own
In a hundred dollar car

Cause one time someone told them,
About a friend of a friend they knew
who owns, you know, a studio
On 16th Avenue.

Now some were born to money,
They've never had to say," Survive"
And others swing a 9 pound hammer
Just to stay alive.

There's cowboys drunks and Christians
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Mostly white and black and blue
They've all dialed the phone collect to home
From 16th Avenue.

Ah, but the one night in some empty room,
Where no curtains ever hung,
Like a miracle some golden words
Rolled off of someone's tongue

And after years of being nothing,
They're all looking right at you,
And for a while they'll go in style
On 16th Avenue.

It looked so uneventful,
So quiet and discreet,
But a lot of lives where changed
Down on that little one way street.

Cause they walk away from everything,
just to see a dream come true,
So God Bless the boys who make the noise
On 16th Avenue.

(first paragraph is the chorus and fades out)