Randy Travis
Three Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One was 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
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 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, and that 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
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.

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


Mirror lyrics:

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

It's what you leave behind you when you go.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway

Who gave this Bible to my mamma, who read it to me.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, and that preacher
As he held that blood-stained bible up, for all of us to see
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday

It's what you leave behind you when you go.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway

As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.
And that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
Did her best to give 'em all a better start
And that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart
That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres

It's what you leave behind you when you go.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway

An eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls
One was headed for vacation, one for higher education
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher


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