Testo Broken Bottles - Bill Miller
Testo della canzone Broken Bottles (Bill Miller), tratta dall'album Country Rockin'
About three miles up that run down road
There's an old town dump with some fools gold
And it's waiting for a bandit's hand to steal
And what one soul, lost, died, always find
Ain't it wild what some folks leave behind
But a poor boy's dream can always make it real
Because 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
I took what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine when others made it rain
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, he looked a lot like me
As I rolled my window down
I yelled across that one horse town
I said "Don't give up boy, you got the right to dream"
Because 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
I took what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it shine
When others make it rain
Because 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
I took what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it shine
When others make it rain
About three miles up that run down road
There's an old town dump with some fools gold
And it's waiting for a bandit's hand to steal
Credits
Writer(s): Wendy Waldman, Bill Miller
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