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)