FROM THE CORNERS
OF THE COUNTRY
FROM THE CITIES
AND THE FARMS
WITH YEARS AND
YEARS OF LIVIN'
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 SIXTEENTH AVENUE
WITH A
MILLION-DOLLAR SPIRIT
AND AN OLD
FLAT-TOP 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 SIXTEENTH AVENUE
NOW SOME ARE
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
DIALED A PHONE
COLLECT TO HOME FROM
SIXTEENTH AVENUE
AH BUT THEN ONE NIGHT
IN SOME EMPTY ROOM
WHERE NO CURTAINS
EVER HUNG
LIKE A MIRACLE
SOME GOLDEN
WORDS ROLL
OFF-A
SOMEONE'S TONGUE
AND AFTER YEARS
OF BEIN' NOTHIN'
THEY'RE ALL LOOKIN'
RIGHT AT YOU
AND THEN FOR A WHILE
THEY'LL GO IN STYLE
ON SIXTEENTH AVENUE
IT LOOKS
SO UNEVENTFUL
SO QUIET AND DISCREET
BUT A LOT OF LIVES
WERE 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 SIXTEENTH AVENUE
FROM THE CORNERS
OF THE COUNTRY
FROM THE CITIES
AND THE FARMS
WITH YEARS AND
YEARS OF 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 NOISE
ON SIXTEENTH AVENUE