Broken Bottles

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