Broken Bottles - Bill Miller

Broken Bottles Lyrics

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 stealAnd 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 realBecause I threw stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claimI threw stones at broken bottles
Took what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it rainLet it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it shine
When others make it rainWhile drivin' through the promised land
Out there in the driftin' sand
I saw a boy, he looked at lot like meAs 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 dreamBecause I threw stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claimI threw stones at broken bottles
I took what this life had to offer

And I let it shine when others made it rainLet it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it shine
When others make it rainBecause I threw stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claimI threw stones at broken bottles
And I took what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it rainLet it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it shine
When others make it rainAbout 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