About three miles up that run-down roadThere's an old town dump with some fool's gold in itWaiting for a bandit's hand to stealAnd with one soul lost, I always find it wildWhen some folks leave behind what a poor boy's dreamCan always make it realBecause I threw stones and broken bottlesI washed my hands of God's rainwaterI found treasure others wouldn't claimI threw stones and broken bottlesI took what this life had to offerAnd I let it shine when others made it rainLet it shine when others made it rainLet it shineLet it shineWhen others made it rainWhile driving through the promised landOut there in the drifting sandI saw a boy who looked a lot like meAs I rolled my window downI yelled across that one-horse townI said, don't give up, boyYou've got the right to dreamBecause I threw stones and broken bottlesI washed my hands of God's rainwaterI found treasure others wouldn't claimI threw stones and broken bottlesI took what this life had to offerAnd I let it shine when others made it rainLet it shine when others made it rainLet it shineLet it shineWhen others made it rainBecause I threw stones and broken bottlesI washed my hands of God's rainwaterI found treasure others wouldn't claimI threw stones and broken bottlesAnd I took what this life had to offerAnd I let it shine when others made it rainLet it shine when others made it rainLet it shineLet it shineWhen others made it rainAbout three miles up that run-down roadThere's an old town dump with some fool's gold in itWaiting for a bandit's hand to steal*