Broken Bottles Lyrics - Singles - Bill Miller

About three miles up that run down road 

There's an old town dump with some fool's gold 

And it's waitin' for a bandit's hand to steal 

And what one soul lost I'd always find 

And it's wild what some folk leave behind 

But a poor boys dreams can always make it real 

Because I threw stones at broken bottles 

I washed my hands in God's rainwater 

I found treasure others wouldn't claim 

I threw stones at broken bottles 

Took what this life had to offer 

And I let it shine when others made it rain 

Let it shine when others made it rain 

Let it shine, let it shine 

When others make it rain 

While drivin' through the promised land 

Out there in the driftin' sand 

I saw a boy, he looked at lot like me 

As I rolled my window down 

I yelled across that one-horse town 

I said, Don't give up boy, you've got the right to dream 

Because I threw stones at broken bottles 

I washed my hands in God's rainwater 

I found treasure others wouldn't claim 

I threw stones at broken bottles 

I took what this life had to offer 

And I let it shine when others made it rain 

Let it shine when others made it rain 

Let it shine, let it shine 

When others make it rain 

Because I threw stones at broken bottles 

I washed my hands in God's rainwater 

I found treasure others wouldn't claim 

I threw stones at broken bottles 

And I took what this life had to offer 

And I let it shine when others made it rain 

Let it shine when others made it rain 

Let it shine, let it shine 

When others make it rain 

About three miles up that run down road 

There's an old town dump with some fool's gold 

And it's waitin' for a bandit's hand to steal