Three Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher

A hooker and a preacher

Riding on a midnight bus

Bound for Mexico

One was heading for vacation

One for higher education

And two of them were searching for lost souls

That driver never ever saw the stop sign

And 18 wheelers can't stop on a dime

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway

Why there's not four of them heaven only knows

I guess it's not what you take

When you leave this world behind you

It's what you leave behind you when you go

That farmer left a harvest

A home and 80 acres

The faith and love for growing things

In his young son's heart

And that teacher left her wisdom

In the minds of lots of children

Did her best to give 'em all

A better start

And that preacher whispered

"Can't you see the promised land?"

As he lay his blood stained Bible

In that hooker's hand

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway

Why there's not four of them heaven only knows

I guess it's not what you take

When you leave this world behind you

It's what you leave behind you when you go

That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday

As he held that blood stained Bible up

For all of us to see

He said, "Bless the farmer

And the teacher

And the preacher

Who gave this Bible to my momma

Who read it to me"

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway

Why there's not four of them now I guess we know

It's not what you take

When you leave this world behind you

It's what you leave behind you when you go

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway......