Artist : Randy Travis
Song : Three Wooden Crosses
Lyrics:
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen 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 eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's
heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of
children:
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised
Land?"
As he laid 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, an' the
preacher;
Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
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.
Thanks
to Jessica for correcting these lyrics
