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 flat-top guitar
They drive to town with all they owned
In a hundred dollar car
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 never had to say, survive
And others swing a nine-pound hammer
Just to stay alive
There's cowboys, drunks and Christians
Mostly white and black and blue
They've all dialled the phone collect to home
From 16th Avenue
Ah, but then one night in some empty room
Where no curtains ever hung
Like a miracle some golden words
Rolled off of someone's tongue
After years of being nothing
They're all looking right at you
And for a while they'll go in style
On 16th Avenue
They looked so uneventful
So quiet and discreet
But a lot of lives where changed then
From 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
From the corners of the country
From the cities and the farms
With years and years of living
Tucked up
Underneath their arms