Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broken Bottles , by - Bill Miller. Song from the album The Art Of Survival, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: Vanguard
Song language: English
Broken Bottles |
| 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 |
| 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) |