Broken Bottles Lyrics

Broken Bottles lyrics

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)