Three Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher
A hooker and a preacher
Riding on a midnight bus
Bound for Mexico
One is headed for vacation
One for higher education
And two of them were searching for lost souls
That driver never ever saw the stop sign
And 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 and love for growing things
In his Young sons heart
And the teacher left her wisdom
In the minds of lots of children
Did her best to give them all a better start
And the preacher whispered can't you see the promised land
Laid his blood stained bible in that hookers 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 mother 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
Its not what you take When you leave this world behind you
Its what you leave behind you When you go

There are Three wooden Crosses
On the right side of the highway