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From the corners of the country |
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From the cities and the farms |
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With years and years of living |
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Tucked up underneath their arms |
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They walked away from everything |
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Just to see a dream come true |
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So god bless the boys who make the noise |
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On 16th Avenue |
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With a million dollar spirit |
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And an old flattop guitar |
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They drive to town with all they own |
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In a hundred dollar car |
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'Cause one time someone told them |
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About a friend of a friend they knew |
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Who owns you know a studio |
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On 16th Avenue |
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Now some were born to money |
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They've never had to say, "Survive" |
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And others swing a 9 pound hammer |
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Just to stay alive |
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There's cowboys drunks and Christians |
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Mostly white and black and blue |
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They've all dialed the phone collect to home |
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From 16th Avenue |
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Ah, but one night in some empty room |
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Where no curtains ever hung |
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Like a miracle some golden words |
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Rolled off of someone's tongue |
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And after years of being nothing |
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They're all looking right at you |
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And for a while they'll go in style |
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On 16th Avenue |
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It looked so uneventful |
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So quiet and discreet |
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But a lot of lives where changed |
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Down in that little one way street |
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'Cause they walk away from everything |
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Just to see a dream come true |
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So God bless the boys who make the noise |
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On 16th Avenue |
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From the corners of the country |
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From the cities and the farms |
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With years and years of living |
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Tucked up underneath their arms |
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They walked away from everything |
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Just to see a dream come true |
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So God bless the boys who make the noise |
