A farmer and a teacher a h****r and a preacher

Riding on a midnight bus bound for Mexico

One's headed for vacation one for higher education

An two of them were searching 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 growing 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 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