From the corners of the country, from the cities a-and the farms
With the years and years o' livin' tucked up underneath their-eir arms

They walk away from everything just to see a dream co-ome true
So Go-od bless the boys who make the noi-oise on 16th Avenue

With a million do-ollar spirit and an old flattop guitar
They drive to town with all they own in a hundred dollar car

'Cause one time someone told 'em 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 nine pound hammer just to stay ali-ive

There's cowboys, drunks and Christians, mostly white and black and blue
They've all dialed 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 o' someone's tongue

And after years of being nothin', they're all looking right at you
And then for a while they'll go in style on 16th Avenue

Hey, 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 co-ome true
So God bless the boys who make the noise on 16th Avenue

From the corners of the country, from the cities a-and the farms
With the years and years o' livin' tucked up underneath their arms

They walk away from everything just to sing for me and you
So God bless the boys who make the noi-oise on 16th Avenue