About three miles up that run-down road
There's an old town dump with some fool's gold in it
Waiting for a bandit's hand to steal
And with one soul lost, I always find it wild
When some folks leave behind what a poor boy's dream
Can always make it real
Because I threw stones and broken bottles
I washed my hands of God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claim
I threw stones and 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 made it rain
While driving through the promised land
Out there in the drifting sand
I saw a boy who 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've got the right to dream
Because I threw stones and broken bottles
I washed my hands of God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claim
I threw stones and 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 made it rain
Because I threw stones and broken bottles
I washed my hands of God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claim
I threw stones and broken bottles
And 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 made it rain
About three miles up that run-down road
There's an old town dump with some fool's gold in it
Waiting for a bandit's hand to steal
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