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 'em
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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 rolled
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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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So God bless the boys who make the noise
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On 16th avenue
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16th Avenue
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Sunny Sweeney |