a farmer and a teacher a h r and a preacher
ridin'on a midnight bus bound for me ico
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'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
