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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)
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Loon, Mountain, And Moon
- The Art Of Survival
- Ghostdance
- Reservation Road Live
- Raven In The Snow
- The Red Road
- Old Dreams And New Hopes
- Non-Album Releases
- Chronicles of Hope
- Country Road Songs
- Modern Country for the Road
- All American Modern Country
- Honest Singer Songwriters
- Country Music for the Road
- Putumayo Presents: A Native American Odyssey: Inuit to Inca
- Hear Our Prayer
- Spirirt Songs - The Best Of Bill Miller
- Reservation Road
- Spirit Songs: The Best of Bill Miller