Lyrics:
From the corners of the country From the cities and the farms With years and years of living Tucked up underneath their armsThey walk away from everything Just to see a dream come true So God bless the boys who make the noise On 16th AvenueWith 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 AvenueNow some were born to money They've never had to say SurviveAnd others swing a 9 pound hammer Just to stay aliveThere's cowboys drunks and Christians Mostly white and black and blue They've all dialed the phone collect to home From 16th AvenueAh, but then one night in some empty roomWhere no curtains ever hung Like a miracle some golden words Rolled off of someone's tongueAnd after years of being nothing They're all looking right at you And for a while they'll go in style On 16th AvenueIt 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