From the corners of the country, from the cities and the farms With years and years of living tucked up underneath their arms They walked 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 '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 alive There's cowboys, drunks and Christians, mostly white and black and blue They've all dialed the phone collect to home from 16th Avenue
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 then, for a while, they'll go in style on 16th Avenue
It looks so uneventful, so quiet and discreet But a lot of lives were changed there, on that little one-way street 'Cause they walked away from everything just to see a dream come true So God bless the boys who make the noise on 16th Avenue So God bless the boys who make the noise on 16th AvenueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
