Three Wooden Crosses (Live)

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

An' two of them were searchin' for lost souls

That driver never ever saw the stop sign

An' 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

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 an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart

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 that 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

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 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