Broken Bottles Lyrics - Miller Bill

About three miles up that run down road 

There's an old town dump with some fools gold 

Just waiting for a bandit's hand to steal 

What one soul lost I'd always find 

It's wild what some folk leave behind 

But a poor boys dreams can always make it real 

CHORUS: 

Cause 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 make it rain 

Let it shine when others make it rain 

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine 

When others make it rain 

While driving through the promised land 

Out there in the drifting sand 

I saw a boy who 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! 

(REPEAT CHORUS)