Текст песни Broken Bottles - Bill Miller
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)
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